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 With the golden ringlets in her neck, just quickened by her going, And appearing to breathe sun for air, and doubting if to float,—

With a branch of dewy maple, which her right hand held above her. And which trembled a green shadow in betwixt her and the skies,— As she turned her face in going, thus, she drew me on to love her, And to study the deep meaning of the smile hid in her eyes.

For her eyes alone smiled constantly: her lips had serious sweetness, And her front was calm—the dimple rarely rippled on her cheek: But her deep blue eyes smiled constantly,—as if they had by fitness Won the secret of a happy dream, she did not care to speak.