I love her for that she was beautiful

I loved her for that she was beautiful; 
And that to me she seem’d to be all Nature, 
And all varieties of things in one: 
Would set at night in clouds of tears, and rise 
All light and laughter in the morning; fear 
No petty customs nor appearances; 
But think what others only dream’d about; 
And say what others did but think; and do 
What others dared not do: so pure withal 
In soul; in heart and act such conscious yet 
Such perfect innocence, she made round her 
A halo of delight. ’Twas these which won me;—
And that she never school’d within her breast 
One thought or feeling, but gave holiday 
To all; and that she made all even mine 
In the communion of love: and we 
Grew like each other, for we loved each other; 
She, mild and generous as the air in spring; 
And I, like earth all budding out with love. 

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