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SONNET VI.
TO EGWINA.
Go verse, soft-whispering, to Egwina say—
'Tis not that rich complexion's lucent white,
Tinged with the Rose's fragrance-blushing light,
O'er all her lovely features loves to stray;
'Tis not that rich complexion's lucent white,
Tinged with the Rose's fragrance-blushing light,
O'er all her lovely features loves to stray;
Nor yet, that Nature, with a fond display,
Hath spread her auburn tresses on the sight,
And fram'd her lips the seal of sweet delight,
And op'd her eyes resplendent on the day;
Hath spread her auburn tresses on the sight,
And fram'd her lips the seal of sweet delight,
And op'd her eyes resplendent on the day;
Tell her 'tis not, that o'er each motion, Grace
Sheds a soft lustre, as she deigns to move,
Giving new beauties to the ambient place;
That every tho't, and all my soul, is love.
But, that her mind, its radiant worth to prove,
Imprints the soul of Beauty on her Face.
Sheds a soft lustre, as she deigns to move,
Giving new beauties to the ambient place;
That every tho't, and all my soul, is love.
But, that her mind, its radiant worth to prove,
Imprints the soul of Beauty on her Face.
ELLA.
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