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She loved him with a deep idolatry, So like a god he to her eyes doth seem, Who came from demon-hate her soul to free, Nor shorn at times of a Hypérion beam-- The very image of her virgin dream! Like to those angel-visitants descending To earthly loves in Time’s primeval gleam. And Nial joys her beauty in defending, And deems celestial charms were ne’er so sweetly blending.