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A WOMAN
Her curled and rosy beauty
So shining was,
The heart went crying and sighing
That it must pass.
So shining was,
The heart went crying and sighing
That it must pass.
With the gold and the silver
She did adorn her:
The heart went weeping and weeping
As it did mourn her.
She did adorn her:
The heart went weeping and weeping
As it did mourn her.
Like apple-blossom and clove-pink.
Her white and red;
God when He made her colour
Laughed as He made.
Her white and red;
God when He made her colour
Laughed as He made.
Little gold head of curls
Shining and bright of her;
God when He made her hair
Took delight of her.
Shining and bright of her;
God when He made her hair
Took delight of her.
Tall as a poplar tree,
Slight as a spear,
Graceful as a young swan
On a still mere.
Slight as a spear,
Graceful as a young swan
On a still mere.
All so harmless her beauty,
Innocent, mild,
Like a young lamb in the pasture,
Like a young child.
Innocent, mild,
Like a young lamb in the pasture,
Like a young child.
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With the rose and the scarlet
She did bedeck her;
Radiant as a new rose
Fresh from the Maker.
She did bedeck her;
Radiant as a new rose
Fresh from the Maker.
All so dewy, so tender,
Her beauty was,
The heart dropped tears in the silence
That it must pass.
Her beauty was,
The heart dropped tears in the silence
That it must pass.
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