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11 October 2006 @ 07:01 pm
My heart...  
James flies in beauty like the night
Of cloudless climes and Quidditch hoops,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in his aspect and her his;
Thus mellowed to the tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One ray the more, one shade the less
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er his face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow
But tell of days in goodness spent
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.
 
 
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