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Two graceful statues of the Parian stone So finely shaped, that as the moonlight shone The breath of life seem'd to their beauty given, But less the life of earth than that of heaven. 'Twas and her boy-god, so divine They turn'd the terrace to an idol shrine, With its white vases and their summer share Of flowers, like altars raised to that sweet pair.

And there the maiden leant, still in her ear The whisper dwelt of that young cavalier; It was no fancy, he had named the name Of love, and at that thought her cheek grew flame: It was the first time her young ear had heard A lover's burning sigh, or silver word; Her thoughts were all confusion, but most sweet,— Her heart beat high, but pleasant was its beat.