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To you, let snow and roses / And golden locks belong.
These are the world's enslavers, / Let these delight the throng.
For her of duskier lustre / Whose favour still I wear, / The snow be in her kirtle, / The rose be in her hair!
The hue of highland rivers / Careering, full and cool, / From sable on to golden, / From rapid on to pool --
The hue of heather-honey, / The hue of honey-bees, / Shall tinge her golden shoulder, / Shall gild her tawny knees.