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COUSINS BELLE AND KITTIE.
I have two cousins. One is sweetly shy;Her heart's sweet roses climb into her cheek
In lovely answers. If you hear her speak,
You love her voice—forgetting she is by.
O, she is beautiful! Her pure large eyes
Keep heaven's azure in their soul's far deeps,
Ay, both are beautiful! The other weeps
And smiles—to steal a rainbow in your skies!
Dark mischief-eyes, and raven ringlets, which
Are shaken o'er her darling scorn. The kisses
She'll toss to you (despair)! may never reach
Your lips, that, bee-like, wait the rosy blisses!
I love them both. Which most? I dare not know;
I weigh them in the dice-box: darlings, throw!
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