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So fair she was. At first you thought 'T was some divinity, that brought Her beauty from her native skies; You met once more those soft dark eyes, You felt that though to them were given The colour and the light of heaven, Yet were they mortal, their deep blue Was soften'd by a shadowy hue Of melancholy, such as earth Will fling upon her fairest birth— Woman's foreknowledge of the woe That waits upon her path below.

Is it some festival to-day, That hither comes the proud array, Which gathers round the gazing crowd, And rings the air with plaudits loud?