 | Sonnets and Miscellaneous Poems by the late Thomas Russell |  |
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TO DELIA.
'Tis not a cheek that boasts the ruby's glow,The neck of ivory, or the breast of snow,
'Tis not a dimple known so oft to charm,
The hand's soft polish, or the tapering arm,
'Tis not the braided lock of golden hue,
Nor reddening lip that swells with vernal dew,
'Tis not a smile that blooms with young desire,
'Tis not an eye that sheds celestial fire,
No Delia, these are not the spells that move
My heart to fold thee in eternal love,
But 'tis that Soul which from so fair a frame
Looks forth, and tells us 'twas from Heaven it came.
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