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33 In milk-white garb; and these are maiden thoughts. Then, "purpled with Loves wound," they're pencilled o'er With richer beauty; and fantastic oft, And fleeting, too, are these love-marks, I ween. Some prank them bravely out in courtier garb, Trimming with gold their purple. Some, methinks, Their quiet humble-coloured heads bend down, Like gentle, modest beings, doomed to bear Much of earth's grief, subduing their young hearts Into a holy calm. Others again, With hues abruptly, almost harshly mixed, Are like the meteor-minded sons of earth, With whom wild genius dwells—brilliant and strange;— In them e'en error oft times glorious shows. Others, like hoarding misers, deep within Hide a rich golden treasure, guarded round With many a blackened line; and all the rest Sombre and dusk appears;—they would not seem To have such wealth, and so go dimly clad.

Oh! are not emblems meet for thoughts? The pure, the chequer'd—gay and deep by turns; A hue for every mood the bright things wear In their soft velvet coats— And let his name,

Who thus entwined them in immortal song,