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Alone, and like a lover's vow doth breathe
Its odor rich in secret. There—'tis done,
The wreath's complete, an offering rich and rare,
Fit to adorn the forehead of the fair.
WOMAN.
[From the Sanscrit.']
At the dawn of the morning the lily looks gay,
But withers and droops at the close of the day ;
The Moon in the Heaven shineth charming and bright,
But fadeth away at the day's dawning light:
So nature, to form something lasting and fine,
Produced the fair features of woman divine.
A FRAGMENT.
She slept;
Her head reposed upon her naked arm
Of marble white, thro' which the azure veins
In healthful mazes wander'd. O'er her back
And shoulder waved, in undulations rich,
Her curling hairs of jet. Beneath her brow
Serene, thick-fringed with lashes dark and long
That the rich damask of her cheek o'er-hung,
Her half transparent eye-lids softly closed ;
And veiled from view those orbs of light where love
Supinely lay. A drapery of gauze,
More fine than gossamer, flowed o'er her form
In airy folds, that could not wholly veil
That finely chiselled bosom, heaving oft
In gentle swell, as if it would break through
Its silken prison and would stand revealed
Alone, and like a lover's vow doth breathe
Its odor rich in secret. There—'tis done,
The wreath's complete, an offering rich and rare,
Fit to adorn the forehead of the fair.
WOMAN.
[From the Sanscrit.']
At the dawn of the morning the lily looks gay,
But withers and droops at the close of the day ;
The Moon in the Heaven shineth charming and bright,
But fadeth away at the day's dawning light:
So nature, to form something lasting and fine,
Produced the fair features of woman divine.
A FRAGMENT.
She slept;
Her head reposed upon her naked arm
Of marble white, thro' which the azure veins
In healthful mazes wander'd. O'er her back
And shoulder waved, in undulations rich,
Her curling hairs of jet. Beneath her brow
Serene, thick-fringed with lashes dark and long
That the rich damask of her cheek o'er-hung,
Her half transparent eye-lids softly closed ;
And veiled from view those orbs of light where love
Supinely lay. A drapery of gauze,
More fine than gossamer, flowed o'er her form
In airy folds, that could not wholly veil
That finely chiselled bosom, heaving oft
In gentle swell, as if it would break through
Its silken prison and would stand revealed