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Her cheeks are as a crystal goblet held to the sun
Her lips red & fresh as the wine of the goblet
Her eyes like the ebbing rivers of light lash'd with darkness
And the torrent of life that speeds thro' her, streams to a broad orb of swelling smoothness there when the fluttering bird, her heart, sings to itself, rejoices, and palpitates.
Her cheeks are as a crystal goblet held to the sun
Her lips red & fresh as the wine of the goblet
Her eyes like the ebbing rivers of light lash'd with darkness
And the torrent of life that speeds thro' her, streams to a broad orb of swelling smoothness there when the fluttering bird, her heart, sings to itself, rejoices, and palpitates.