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Rh Fair when distant, fair when near,

Fair her smile, and fair her tear;

Fair when bending, fair erect—

Unadorn'd, or gem-bedeck'd.

What avails it all to me?

She is false as false can be!

She has wit, and song, and sense—

Mirth and sport and eloquence;

She has smiles of ecstasy—

Grace and beauty's treasury.

What avails it all to me?

She is false as false can be!

I have been on Pindus hill,

I have heard her music fill—

Fill with glory heaven and earth—

Ne'er such glorious songs had birth.

What avails it all to me?

She is false as false can be!