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Face,--like the sweetest of Perfumes,--completest of Flowers God’s fleetest of Months ever bear!-- Listen, O lisper wind,-- Lighter and crisper wind,-- Have you a whisper, wind, Soft as her hair? Night and the stars did spin it; Darkness and brightness are in it: Let but a ray of it bind me, Wrap it around me and wind me, Blind as the blind are and blinder, Yet through my heart would I find her, Lost though I were.