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Euphrenia or the Test of Love | ||
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One careless arm thrown round her headDisclosed a neck of snow;
The ripening beauties of her form
Swell'd gracefully below;
The light and clinging covering
An outline helped to trace,
Suggestive, in its harmony,
Of modesty and grace;
All spoke of purity and peace;
The quiet of the hour,
The fragrant breath of morning,
The perfume of the flower,
Which, round her lattice twining close,
Seemed jealous that the day
Should dare to throw his searching eyes
Where its loved mistress lay.
Euphrenia or the Test of Love | ||