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 A FACE.

one could have that little head of hers

Painted upon a background of pale gold,

Such as the Tuscan's early art prefers!

No shade encroaching on the matchless mould

Of those two lips, which should be opening soft

In the pure profile; not as when she laughs,

For that spoils all: but rather as if aloft

Yon hyacinth, she loves so, leaned its staff's

Burthen of honey-coloured buds to kiss

And capture 'twist the lips apart for this.

Then her lithe neck, three fingers might surround,

How it should waver on the pale gold ground

Up to the fruit-shaped, perfect chin it lifts!