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A courtly beauty—one whose life Has been perhaps a pleasant dream, The shadow of a flower cast Upon a sunny stream.

Upon her brow there are no lines, Upon her face there is no care; But such soft pensiveness as oft The young and happy wear.

The plumes that play around her head The fan within her fairy hand; The pearls that circle that white neck, With a scarce whiter band,