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I found no beauty in me till you came,
And then I only wondered, sometimes, why
After brief looks, you turned away your eye,
Hinting at speech your dumb lips could not frame,
Until you told me, whispering a sweet name,
How all the beauty in the world was I,
And that your glance upon me was so shy,
Loth to be seared in too-much-beauty's flame.


Now I go proudly, with new dignity,
And now I linger sometimes in my glass.
For all night's stars are in my midnight hair,
And in my dark eyes all night's mystery.
So that I smile to see the people pass
Who never guess the beauty that I bear.