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When the clustering pearls lay fair 'Midst thy braids of sunny hair, And the white veil o'er thee streaming, Like a silvery halo gleaming, Mellow'd all that pomp and light Into something meekly bright; Did the fluttering of thy breath Speak of joy or woe beneath? And the hue that went and came O'er thy cheek, like wavering flame, Flow'd that crimson from th' unrest, Or the gladness of thy breast? —Who shall tell us?—from thy bower, Brightly didst thou pass that hour; With the many-glancing oar, And the cheer along the shore, And the wealth of summer flowers On thy fair head cast in showers, And the breath of song and flute, And the clarion's glad salute,