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[To you, let snow and roses]
To you, let snow and roses
And golden locks belong:
These are the world's enslavers,
Let these delight the throng.
But for her of duskier lustre,
Whose favour still I wear,
The snow be in her kirtle,
The rose be in her hair!
And golden locks belong:
These are the world's enslavers,
Let these delight the throng.
But for her of duskier lustre,
Whose favour still I wear,
The snow be in her kirtle,
The rose be in her hair!
The hue of Highland rivers
Careering, full and cool,
From sable on to golden,
From rapid on to pool—
The hue of heather-honey,
The hue of honey-bees,
Shall tinge her golden shoulder,
Shall gild her tawny knees.
Careering, full and cool,
From sable on to golden,
From rapid on to pool—
The hue of heather-honey,
The hue of honey-bees,
Shall tinge her golden shoulder,
Shall gild her tawny knees.
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