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Theodora.
She is very slight, and graceful
As the bending of a fern,
As the marble figure drooping
O'er an urn.
As the bending of a fern,
As the marble figure drooping
O'er an urn.
In her eyes are tranquil shadows
Lofty thoughts alone can make,
Like the darkness thrown by mountains
O'er a lake.
Lofty thoughts alone can make,
Like the darkness thrown by mountains
O'er a lake.
If you speak, the slow returning
Of her spirit from afar
To their depths, is like the advent
Of a star.
Of her spirit from afar
To their depths, is like the advent
Of a star.
No one marvels at her beauty;
Blended with a perfect whole,
Beauty seems the just expression
Of her soul.
Blended with a perfect whole,
Beauty seems the just expression
Of her soul.
