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TO MDLLE. A. DE B.
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I
What shall the humble verse expressI dare to-day to breathe to thee?
Levity, or tenderness?
It's all the same to me.
II
Shall I say your charming dressesHave a subtler charm than fashion?
Shall I say your glance expresses
Something more than passion?
III
Shall I tell you that your face isSomething more than pretty?
Shall I call your wayward phrases
Something more than witty?
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IV
Shall I tell you that you bringA joy where'er you enter,
That's warm as summer, fresh as spring,
And stops as long as winter?
V
No—I'll say no word of this:It's all so plain, although so true.
I'll only wish you half the bliss
We all receive from you.
Christmas, 1879.
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