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same, yet not the same—her face Has still that Grecian line; The sculptured perfectness whose grace Has long been held divine.

But all beside is changed: that face Has spring upon its rose; The eyes—the daylight's earliest break Has sunshine such as those.

The very painter's hues have caught The spirit from within, The light with which young life is fraught, Ere care and cloud begin.