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While, with a simple grace and natural ease,
 She half reclined upon a bed of flowers,
And o'er her shoulder, rainbow like, there bended
A youth, whose sighs with her warm breathings blended,

He was a being e'en more glorious still;
 The seal of genius on his brow was seen,
With thoughts bright as the dews that flowers distil,
 When leaves dance in the starlight fresh and green;
His was a voice rich as a harp's deep thrill,
 A large dark eagle-eye, and noble mien,
Yet with a heart so tuned to softest measures,
His very face beamed forth bewildering pleasures.

As o'er her drooping form he softly bent,
 The pressure of his lip was on her brow,
While to her cheek the warm blood came and went,
 Varying each moment with her rich thoughts' flow,
For each, within her heaving bosom pent,
 Seemed struggling on her up-turned face to glow,
While tell-tale dimples, in her cheeks appearing,
Told that a sweet love-thought her heart was stirring.

For closely round that young and happy pair
 Passion had wove her softest, sweetest ties,
While, like two spirits fresh from heaven, there
 They sat beneath their own blue native skies,