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LE CHAPEAU NOIR.
BY L. E. L.
A courtly beauty—one whose life
Has been perhaps a pleasant dream,
The shadow of a flower cast
Upon a sunny stream.
Upon her brow there are no lines,
Upon her face there is no care;
But such soft pensiveness as oft
The young and happy wear.
The plumes that play around her head
The fan within her fairy hand;
The pearls that circle that white neck,
With a scarce whiter band,
