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Eleanor.

Cherry-red her mouth was,
Morning-blue her eye,
Lady-slim her little waist
Rounded prettily;
And her sweet smile of gladness
Made every heart rejoice;
But sweeter even than her smile
The tones were of her voice.
Sometimes she spoke, sometimes she sang;
And evermore the sound
Floated, a dreamy melody,
Upon the air around;
As tho' a wind were singing
Far up beside the sun,
Till sound and warmth and glory
Were blended all in one.
Her hair was long and golden,
And clustered unconfined
Over a forehead high and white
That spoke a noble mind.
Her little hand, her little foot
Were ready evermore
To hurry forth to meet a friend;
She smiling at the door.

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But if she sang, or if she spoke,
'Twas music soft and grand,
As tho' a distant singing sea
Broke on a tuneful strand;
As tho' a blessed Angel
Were singing a glad song,
Half way between the earth and Heaven
Joyfully borne along.