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Rh See! they come, Like a flock of serpent-throated black-plumed swans, &quot;With the mandoline, the viol, and the drum, Gems afire on arms ungloved, Fluttering fans, Floating mantles like a great moth s streaky vans Such as Veronese loved. But behold In their midst a white unruffled swan appear. One strange barge that snowy tapestries enfold, White its tasseled, silver prow. Who is here ? Prince of Love in masquerade or Prince of Fear, Clad in glittering silken snow ? Cheek and chin Where the mask s edge stops are of the hoar frost’s hue, And no eyebeams seem to sparkle from within Where the hollow rings have place. Yon gay crew Seem to fly him, he seems ever to pursue. ’T is our sport to watch the race. At his side Stands the goldenest of beauties ; from her glance, From her forehead, shines the splendor of a bride,