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She was not like the rest: her cheek Was pale and pure as moonlight snows; Her lip had only the faint streak The bee loves in the early rose; And her dark eye had not the blue The others had clear, wild, and bright; But floating starry, as it drew Its likeness from the radiant night And more she drew my raised eye Than the bright shadows passing by; A meeker air, a gentler smile, A timid tenderness the while, Held sympathy of heart, and told The lady was of earthly mould. Blush'd the first blush of coming day, Faded the fairy band away.