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The shadow of thy curls I see Upon thy lovely face; And just a little wish is mine— The shadow to embrace.

On thy black and silken tresses, Ah, one longs to feast the sight; But the shadows of their beauty, Hanging on thy cheeks of light,

From my lips, exact a tribute, Which I pay here in this meadow: Blush not, my most winsome maiden; I have only kissed the shadow.