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THE DUKE DE RIVAS.

In twisted threads, with pearls and gold
The embroidery and fringe.
Her head-dress than the snow appeared
Ev'n whiter to behold,
And covering o'er the fine clear lawn
Her long dark tresses rolPd.
Her face was heavenly, and her neck
Divine, but in their hue
Like wax, the colour which fear paints,
And long-known sorrow too.
Her eyes were like two beaming suns
Beneath their lashes tall,
Where shone two precious pearly drops
As ready down to fall.
She was a lily fair, whom death
Was rudely threatening seen,
For a corroding worm the heart
Was tearing deep within.
Now in her thin pale hands, convulsed
It seems with fear or doubt,
Her kerchief white, of bordered lace
And points, she twists about;
Or with absorb'd distracted mien
She agitates the air,
With fan, whose feathers Araby

Had sent, the choicest there.