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Villanelle for a Brown-Haired Girl
Now I begin to know you; now I see As one who comes to sight and knowledge late, Who was distracted, abstract, cursory. For each discerning moment came to me From far-off visions. I was obstinate. Now I begin to know you; now I see. Can you forget, forgive my reverie? The honest mind within will inculpate The heart distracted, abstract, cursory. You grow to womanhood, all eyes agree. Nature contends, contrives; I contemplate. Now I begin to know you; now I see. Your brown hair crowns the evening beauty; Warm air gathers; my senses estivate, Not now distracted, abstract, cursory. But daylight changes, charms, alarms, sets free: I wake from sleep, do not somnambulate. Now I delight to know you, yes, to see-- I, once distracted, abstract, cursory.
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