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Ah, silver shrine, here will I take my rest After so many hours of toil and quest, A famished pilgrim--saved by miracle. Though I have found, I will not rob thy nest Saving of thy sweet self; if thouh think'st well To trust, fair Madeline, to no rude infidel. -John Keats (1795-1821), The Eve of St. Agnes |