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BEAUTY'S IMMORTALITY.
TO ------.
And must the world lose all thy light?
Thine, love, whose eyes e'en suns outshine,
Whose virtue's brilliance beams more bright,
Must thou like other fair decline?
Ah! no, my faith spurns such controul,
I'll ne'er believe the herd, who say
The orient casket of thy soul,
Like common forms, will fade away!
Thine, love, whose eyes e'en suns outshine,
Whose virtue's brilliance beams more bright,
Must thou like other fair decline?
Ah! no, my faith spurns such controul,
I'll ne'er believe the herd, who say
The orient casket of thy soul,
Like common forms, will fade away!
No, as while living here, love, we
Beheld thee brightest of our sphere;
So, when thou'rt dead, there's nought of thee
But will be something rich and dear.
Thine eyes, which mock the diamond's light,
Still, as of wont, will diamonds be!
Thy breasts will turn to lilies white,
With all the lily's purity!
Beheld thee brightest of our sphere;
So, when thou'rt dead, there's nought of thee
But will be something rich and dear.
Thine eyes, which mock the diamond's light,
Still, as of wont, will diamonds be!
Thy breasts will turn to lilies white,
With all the lily's purity!
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From thy rich lips shall roses grow,
Thy breath will give them fragrance rare;
Thy cheeks, that wear the ruby's glow,
Will rubies be—and gold thy hair!
Thy limbs, the spotless ivory!
Bright pearls thy teeth—and, dearer far,
Crystal thy heart—while we shall see
Thy soul in some delicious star!
Thy breath will give them fragrance rare;
Thy cheeks, that wear the ruby's glow,
Will rubies be—and gold thy hair!
Thy limbs, the spotless ivory!
Bright pearls thy teeth—and, dearer far,
Crystal thy heart—while we shall see
Thy soul in some delicious star!
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