Vii

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When I too long have looked upon your face,
  Wherein for me a brightness unobscured
  Save by the mists of brightness has its place,
  And terrible beauty not to be endured,
  I turn away reluctant from your light,
  And stand irresolute, a mind undone,
  A silly, dazzled thing deprived of sight
  From having looked too long upon the sun.
  Then is my daily life a narrow room
  In which a little while, uncertainly,
  Surrounded by impenetrable gloom,
  Among familiar things grown strange to me
  Making my way, I pause, and feel, and hark,
  Till I become accustomed to the dark.

        Edna St. Vincent Millay
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