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Beauty sat with me all the summer day,
Awaiting the sure triumph of her eye;
Nor mark'd I till we parted, how,...
For beauty being the best of all we know
Sums up the unsearchable and secret aims
Of...
When first we met we did not guess
That Love would prove so hard a master.
The day begins to droop, -
Its course is done:
But nothing tells the place
Of the setting...
Masefield's sonnets? Ah yes. Very nice. Pure Shakespeare. Masefield's 'Reynard the Fox'? Very nice, too. Pure Chaucer....