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Now turn we to that merry maiden,
With azure eye, and smooth bright hair;
A lily blossom, fragrance-laden,
Is not more fair.
With azure eye, and smooth bright hair;
A lily blossom, fragrance-laden,
Is not more fair.
A dewdrop to the thirsty flower,
A sun-ray gilding every cloud,
A rainbow when the thunder-shower
Is rushing loud;
A sun-ray gilding every cloud,
A rainbow when the thunder-shower
Is rushing loud;
A spirit full of pleasant brightness,
That speaks from lip, and cheek, and brow,
To whose glad spell of cheering lightness
E'en grief must bow.
That speaks from lip, and cheek, and brow,
To whose glad spell of cheering lightness
E'en grief must bow.
Her hand hath learnt with wondrous power
Scenes of rare loveliness to trace,
And picture forms with airy dower
Of beauteous grace.
Scenes of rare loveliness to trace,
And picture forms with airy dower
Of beauteous grace.
The breath of flattery hath not tainted
Her simple thought with pride's dark stain:
Because her leaves are richly painted,
Is the rose vain?
Her simple thought with pride's dark stain:
Because her leaves are richly painted,
Is the rose vain?
Then, as an orient Emerald shining,
Long may her loveliness be set
Among the sister-gems, entwining
Our coronet
Long may her loveliness be set
Among the sister-gems, entwining
Our coronet
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