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Jewels flash'd out from her braided hair, Like starry dews midst the roses there; Pearls on her bosom quivering shone, Heav'd by her heart thro' its golden zone: But a brow, as those gems of the ocean pale, Gleam'd from beneath her transparent veil; Changeful and faint was her fair cheek's hue, Tho' clear as a flower which the light looks through; And the glance of her dark resplendent eye, For the aspect of woman at times too high, Lay floating in mists, which the troubled stream Of the soul sent up o'er its fervid beam.

She look'd on the vine at her father's door, Like one that is leaving his native shore; She hung o'er the myrtle once call'd her own, As it greenly wav'd by the threshold stone; She turn’d—and her mother's gaze brought back Each hue of her childhood's faded track.