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Show LINES ON A BEAUTIFUL CIRL. All golden is her virgin head, Hur cheek a blooiuy rose, C'arnaUoQ bright the Muttering red 'I lint o'er it softly tluwa, But neither gem nor llowerot vies With that clear wonder of hur eyes. Dut twice hath hue like theirs been fciven To be behold of me, And once 'twas in the twilight hoivco, Once in tho Summer sea, A yearning gladness thence wag born, A dream delightful and forlorn. For once in heaven a single star Lay in a light unknown A louder tint, moio lucid far Than all that ova had shown It seemed between t!ie gold and gray The tar dawn of a fuery day. And once where ocoan's depti divine i O'er silvern taads was hung, Gleamed in the half-lit hyaline The hope no song has eung, Tho nmtnory ol a world more fair Thau all our blaLug wealth of air. For denr though earthly days may II jw, Uur dream is denier yet; How little is the life wo know To life that wo forget! Till in a maiden's t-yei we see What on Co hath been, whuUtilUh.ill bo. |