...Rhodora! If the sages ask thee why
This charm is wasted on the earth and sky,
Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing
Then beauty is its own excuse for being:
Why thou went there, O rival of the rose!
I never thought to ask, I never knew:
But, in my simple ignorance, supposed
The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.
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