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 The spirit race that floated round Were not more pure, more stainless found; Her utmost loveliness and grace Were sole signs of her human race; Happy, thus freed from earthly thrall, She skims the lake, fairest of all.

  robe broider'd with gold; A turban's snowy, but gem-set fold, And its heron plume fasten'd by diamond clasp; Rubies red on his dagger-hasp; Eyes dark as a midnight dream, Yet flashing wild with starry beam: Swarthy cheek untouch'd by red, Told far had ’s summons sped: 