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THIS girl was sweeter than the song of swans, / And daintier than the lamb upon the lawns / Or Curine oyster. She, the flower of girls, / Outshone the light of Erythrean pearls; / The teeth of India that with polish glow, / The untouched lilies or the morning snow.
Her tresses did gold-dust outshine / And fair hair of women of the Rhine.
Compared to her the peacock seemed not fair, / The squirrel lively, or the phoenix rare; / Her on whose pyre the smoke still hovering waits; / Her whom the greedy and unequal fates / On the sixth dawning of her natal day, / My child-love and my playmate-snatcht away.