To . . . . . . . . . . on Seeing Her with a White Veil and a Rich Girdle

ON SEEING HER WITH A WHITE VEIL AND A RICH GIRDLE .

Put off the vestal veil, nor, oh!
Let weeping angels view it;
Your cheeks belie its virgin snow,
And blush repenting through it.

Put off the fatal zone you wear;
The shining pearls around it
Are tears, that fell from Virtue there,
The hour when Love unbound it.
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