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Her large dark eyes were almost hid By the nightfall of the fringed lid; And tears which fill'd their orbs with light, Like summer showers blent soft with bright. Her cheek was saintly pale, as nought Were there to flush with earthly thought; As the heart which in youth had given Its feelings and its hopes to Heaven, Knew no emotions that could spread A maiden's cheek with sudden red,— Made for an atmosphere above, Too much to bend to mortal love.

And watch'd as if his eye Were on a young divinity,—