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For her lightest word or fancy,
 Unarrayed for human ear,
Might be echoed by an angel
   Watching near.

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Be a theme however homely.
 It is glorious at her will,
Like a common air transfigured
   By a master's skill.

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And her words, severely simple
 As a drapery Grecian-wrought,
Show the clear symmetric outline
   Of her thought.

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To disguise her limbs with grandeur
 Would seem strange as to dispose
Gold and velvet round a statue's
   Pale repose.