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She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
Shall earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now?
Since passion may not fire thee
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
Restored my earth to joy
Have you departed, every one,
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
