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ELIZABETH, / Thou comest a refreshing breath / From meadows green, where morning stays, / To those who bear the noon-tide blaze.
Elizabeth, / Thou couldst look in the eyes of Death, / Undaunted, did he promise thee / Some bright new scene of mirth or glee.
I cannot think that time will gray / That sun-bright head, nor bear away / One dimple in those rose-cheeks hid; / Sure he were daring if he did.