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XXIII.

She traced it on her hand, through the soft skin
Meandering seen. Without, that hand was white
As drops for infant lip; the palm within
Faintly carnationed, as of Amphitrit',

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The fond Ionians fancied the pure shell
Chosen by that loved goddess for a car,
While o'er her feet dissolving foam-wreaths fell
In kisses: so they dreamed, in little bark afar.