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She comes to bless me like a dream, As with an arrow's flight, I see her gliding down the stream Of melted chrysolite.

Her glittering hair of wavy gold Is bound with lilies pale, And wreathed in many a sunny fold, Floats round her like a veil.

Her large and tender eyes of blue Glance upwards, filled with love, Their sapphire beams come flashing through The crystal wave above.

Blended with molten pearl, the rose In all its warmest blush, On her fair cheek enamoured glows With ever-changing flush.