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Thine eyes that taught the dumb on high to sing and heavy ignorance aloft to fly have added feathers to the learned's wing...
A councilman by the name of Locke once told me in the late of day, "...When I gaze upon you in these meadows, a host of primrose tufts, I see the sun making happy old rhymes in praise of your merry spirit. Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, of the roses in your cheeks--you are our country's muse," he kissed my hand as he looked upon me with poesy eyes. "Like your mother's before you, your smile radiates hope upon us, Amelia. You are, as you have always been, the kind of damsel a knight would go to war for."
I stand transfigured, glorified with a new conscience. What I feel, across the interior features of what I am, flashed itself. I thought his smitten words were girty and poetic like a dulcimer, but their loveliness wasn't enough to stop my tongue from curling around each and every word with a type of coldness--
"Forgive me, but..." I slipped my
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