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love is young, and mild, and fair As morning soft, as light as air, When o'er the fragrance-teeming mead The zephyr's balms their influence shed. The blue and beauty of her eyes I dare not, cannot tell. Their charm unmatched my tale belies, Oh, sweet their lustre's spell! My love is loving, artless, true; Her words are scant, her glances few; Like fairy music on the sense Those glances' thrilling influence; And fair as budding lily's glow, Just opening to the light, Her spotless skin, surpassing snow. Transparent, lustrous, white.