To Elizabeth
E LIZABETH , Elizabeth,
Thy lips might lure a man to death,
Thy face, thy form, thy bosom's swell,
Might tempt a man to happy hell.
And yet if for some grace of thine,
He should his soul to woe resign,
Thy sweet eyes wet with tearful rain,
Would lead him heavenward again.
Thy lips might lure a man to death,
Thy face, thy form, thy bosom's swell,
Might tempt a man to happy hell.
And yet if for some grace of thine,
He should his soul to woe resign,
Thy sweet eyes wet with tearful rain,
Would lead him heavenward again.
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