I sat, a solitary man, In a crowded London shop, An open book and empty upon the marble table-top. While on the shop and street I gazed My body of a sudden blazed;And twenty minutes more or Lessie seemed, so great my happiness, That I was blessed and could bless.
— W.B. Yeats
The Winding Stair and Other Poems
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