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Now is she risen. Look how she looks down, / After her slow down-slid night-gown, / On her unspotted while of nakedness / Save where the beast's difference from her white frame / Hairily triangling black below doth shame / Her to-day's sight of it, till the caress / Of the chemise cover her body. Dress!
Stop not, sitting upon the bed's hard edge, / Stop not to wonder at by-and-bye, nor guess!