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The Isles of Loch Awe and Other Poems of my Youth

With Sixteen Illustrations. By Philip Gilbert Hamerton

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TO A SARCASTIC BEAUTY.

Your breast is heaped like mountain snows;
Your cheek is like a blushing rose;
Your eyes are black as ripened sloes—
Like diamonds do they glitter.
I do not flatter like a fool:
The diamond is a cutting tool;
The rose is thorny; snow is cool;
And sloes are very bitter.