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LA MAITRESSE DE LA POSTE.
Let Coleridge sing his Genevieve,Who at his sad song could but grieve,
And loved because she pitied;
And Keats his lovely Madeline,
With rosy mouth and eyes divine,
And lips for kisses fitted;
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Darkness without, within all light,
To far-off countries flitted.
Let Tennyson his Lilian sing
And lovely Oriana,
And scale the skies with tireless wing,
In praise of Mariana,
I sing one lovelier by far,
One pure and gentle as a star,
A modest, young, sweet creature,
In whose fair face a blushing grace
Illumines every feature.
Pure as the stainless Alpine snows,
And lovelier than the sweet moss-rose,—
What rhyme can, by what poet cannie,
Tell half the grace and beauty rare,
That fill like sunshine the glad air,
And float round Little Annie?
1850.
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