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SONNET.
ONE ROSE.
A vision in the beauty of the night!
I saw a woman perfectly displayed,
Grand in her awful nakedness—afraid
I wept for terror at the lovely sight,
I wept for pleasure at the lovely might
Of snowy limbs before me in the shade;
My love, with every snowy limb portrayed,
Leaned on the dusk, angelically bright.
I saw a woman perfectly displayed,
Grand in her awful nakedness—afraid
I wept for terror at the lovely sight,
I wept for pleasure at the lovely might
Of snowy limbs before me in the shade;
My love, with every snowy limb portrayed,
Leaned on the dusk, angelically bright.
Naked she stood; her awful beauty thrilled
Each fibre of my bent, uncovered soul,
The room with that strange loveliness was filled,
And over my sick sense a faintness stole;
Her beauty was, this time, intensely bare,
Save for one fiery, full rose in her hair.
Each fibre of my bent, uncovered soul,
The room with that strange loveliness was filled,
And over my sick sense a faintness stole;
Her beauty was, this time, intensely bare,
Save for one fiery, full rose in her hair.
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