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And suiting well the upcast look which seem'd At times as it of melancholy dream'd; Her cheek was as a rainbow, it so changed, As each emotion o'er its surface ranged; And every word had its companion blush, But evanescent as the crimson flush That tints the daybreak; and her step was light As the gale passing o'er the leaves at night; In truth those snow feet were too like the wind, Too slight to leave a single trace behind. She lean'd against a pillar, and one hand Smooth'd back the curls that had escaped the band Of wreathed red roses,—soft and fitting chain In bondage such bright prisoners to retain. The other was from the white marble known But by the clasping of its emerald zone: