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THE STRAW HAT.
A PICTURE AT THE DOCTOR'S.
The sweet shade falls athwart her face,
And leaves half shadow and half light—
Dimples and lips in open day,
And dreamy brows and eyes in night.
And leaves half shadow and half light—
Dimples and lips in open day,
And dreamy brows and eyes in night.
So low the languid eyelids fall,
They rest their silk upon her cheek,
And give delicious laziness
To glances arch and cunning meek.
They rest their silk upon her cheek,
And give delicious laziness
To glances arch and cunning meek.
It cannot frown, the placid brow!
Hidden in rare obscurity;
They cannot hate, the indolent eyes!
The sins they do not strive to see.
Hidden in rare obscurity;
They cannot hate, the indolent eyes!
The sins they do not strive to see.
And in the sunshine of her cheeks,
The wanton dimples are at play,
So frolic-earnest in their sport,
They do not care to look away.
The wanton dimples are at play,
So frolic-earnest in their sport,
They do not care to look away.
And oh, if Love, kiss-winged, should come,
And light on such a rose as this,
Could brow, or eye, or dimples blame
Such lips for giving back a kiss?
And light on such a rose as this,
Could brow, or eye, or dimples blame
Such lips for giving back a kiss?
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