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46 Like a soft pearl-cloud on the summer sky,

And fair, smooth brow where purity seemed booked

Never to be erased; and lips that vie

With the young rosebud, that ever and anon

Parted with smiles and snatches of sweet song;

And hair bright as a gold-edged cloud, that hung

In rippled ringlets round the soft, white neck,

And o'er the carmine of the young cheek flung

A richer glow, such as tints from shadows take.

A form all symmetry, with delicate feet,

And pretty dimpled hands and rounded arms,

And motions full of graces, such as meet

To make perfection in one lovely form;

And I did love her that she was to me

The witching embodiment of poetry.

And I knew one of a less lovely face,

With form less fairy-like and beautiful,

With motions not so full of perfect grace,

But whose chief charm was loveliness of soul!

Yet she was beautiful; you should have seen

The soft eye lighten, and the restless lip,

Tremulous with lofty sentiment, and been

A listener to the glowing thoughts that leap

From the deep-welling fountains of her heart,

And watched the play of feelings as they'd start,

Bringing the eloquent blood to her fair brow,

Deep'ning the color in her tell-tale eye,

And blending her whole being in the glow

That wraps her spirit in such ecstasy.

Then had you known what 'tis to feel the charm

Of all that's beautiful in our fair earth;

For her mind fed on loveliness, nor form,

Real nor spiritual, that has its birth,

But was familiar to her delicate eye,

Until her spirit became poetry!

And her I loved for beauty that is given

To make us less of earth and more of heaven.