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A STATUE.

     Dream divine and tender,
      Frozen into stone;
     Pall nor purple splendor
      Round thy grace is thrown;
Thou standest like a star, clothed in thy light alone.

     Silent with the passion
      Of thy new despair;
     In the spotless fashion
      That all angels wear;
Like softly falling snow thy presence fills the air.

     On thy lips half-parted,
      Sleeps a dreaming sigh;
     Love and hope departed
      Droop' thy pensive eye;
And anguish on thy brow hath set her majesty.

     Neither shame nor madness
      Touch thy spirit pure;