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VANDERLYN'S ARIADNE.
How like a vision of pure love she seems!Her cheek just flushed with innocent repose,
That folds her thoughts up in delicious dreams,
Like dewdrops in the chalice of a rose;
Pillowed upon her arm and raven hair,
How archly rests that bright and peaceful brow!
Its rounded pearl defiance bids to care,
While kisses on the lips seem melting now;
Prone in unconscious loveliness she lies,
And leaves around her delicately sway;
Veiled is the splendor of her beaming eyes,
But o'er the limbs bewitching graces play:
Ere into Eden's groves the serpent crept,
Thus Eve within her leafy arbor slept.
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