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THE MYSTERY OF THE BODY
Smiling with a pliant graceRose on me a learned face:
Smiled the soul when smiled the eyes?—
Vp when ran the traceries
Of the forehead arching high,
Did the inner faculty
Tempering the hidden nerve
Mould the momentary curve,
Waking motions strange between
Spirit fine and fleshly screen?
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In the features of the mind
And the antic of the flesh?
Wherefore should the wrinkled mesh
Of the forehead arching high
Image the soul's pleasantry?
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