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That form, array'd in spotless white,
Will glide adown the dance as light
As sportive swallow on the wing,
In the first days of balmy spring;
The tiny foot in sandall'd band,
The white glove shamed by whiter hand,
Will glide adown the dance as light
As sportive swallow on the wing,
In the first days of balmy spring;
The tiny foot in sandall'd band,
The white glove shamed by whiter hand,
The shaded bosom's heaving snow,
The cheek that mocks the rose leaf's glow,
The coral lip, the teeth of pearl,
The glossy ringlet's waving curl,
Are surer far to win the heart,
Than all the lures of fashion's art.
The cheek that mocks the rose leaf's glow,
The coral lip, the teeth of pearl,
The glossy ringlet's waving curl,
Are surer far to win the heart,
Than all the lures of fashion's art.
Oh! let some costly jewel deck
The iv'ry of thy swan-like neck,
The iv'ry of thy swan-like neck,
