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. 'Tis finished now: look on my picture, Love! . Oh, that sweet ring of graceful figures! One Flings her white arms on high, and gaily strikes Her golden cymbals—I can almost deem I hear their beatings; one with glancing feet Follows her music, while her crimson cheek Is flushed with exercise, till the red grape 'Mid the dark tresses of a sister nymph Is scarcely brighter: there another stands, A darker spirit yet, with joyous brow,