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Lighted by a smile, whose spell Words are powerless to tell. Such a lip!—oh, poured from thence Lava floods of eloquence Would come with fiery energy, Like those words that cannot die. Words the Grecian warrior spoke When the Persian’s chain he broke; Or that low and honey tone, Making woman’s heart his own; Such as should be heard at night, In the dim and sweet starlight; Sounds that haunt a beauty’s sleep, Treasures for her heart to keep. Like the pine of summer tall; Apollo, on his pedestal