| Summary | She was like me in lineaments — her eyesHer hair, her features, all, to the very toneEven of her voice, they said were like to mine;But soften’d all, and temper’d into beauty;She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings,The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mindTo comprehend the universe: nor theseAlone, but with them gentler powers … Continue reading "Lineaments" |
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