Eterno resplandor de la mente inmaculada

How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!

Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d.

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No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole;

Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll!

Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me,

Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee.

Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign;

Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine.

Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!)

Long lov'd, ador'd ideas, all adieu!

Oh Grace serene! oh virtue heav'nly fair!

Divine oblivion of low-thoughted care!

Fresh blooming hope, gay daughter of the sky!

And faith, our early immortality!

Enter, each mild, each amicable guest;

Receive, and wrap me in eternal rest!

Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard