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[Poems by Lowell in] American Literature

A Journal of Literary History, Criticism, and Bibliography : volume XXXV number 3 November 1963

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6th July

A phrase of music at the door
And she glides by the softened sentry,
Then, whispering sweetly with the floor,
I hear her feet along the entry.

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At her approach my heart lights up
With flushes of serene forewarning,
And all my being seems a cup
To hold the fresher air of morning.
That light firm step, that floating grace,
That motion of the head so airy,
That pledge of comfort in her face—
Were it my godmother the fairy!
Titania might be well as tall
But not so winsome nor so human;
There's not a fairy of them all
Worth one cast hair of such a woman!