Her godlike features shining through the veil,
As, through the pines, the first rays of the sun
Dazzle, and gild the branches, trunks, and leaves.
Half hung across the roseate dimpled back,
And half hung loosely o'er the beating heart,
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Curling, as if enamored of itself,
Or longing to embrace the form it decked.
Her rosy cheeks blushed through the golden flood
Like scarlet poppies in a field of wheat.
Her fingers beckoned like the waving trees,
And while forbidding, yet implored approach;
Disclosing in their waverings to and fro
The rounded symmetry of glistening arms,
Like meteor tracks, that, vaulting over heaven,
Encircle all a god could dote upon.
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