THOU art so fair
On the mountain there,
With thy hair of gold, whose locks unfold
Thy shoulders of marble, so pure and cold.
Blue is thine eye
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Like the azure sky,
But the glance that flashes through the silken lashes
Like the tiger's fiery glance abashes.
Thy step has the grace
Of an angel's pace;
But thy foot is firm, and it crushes the germ
Of a budding love, like a venomous worm.
Thy skin is white
With a dazzling light,
But the streams that flow where the blue veins show
Have never with a passionate glow.
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