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A lovely photograph? Ah, yes! But still it does not show the sun / turning to copper each brown tress -- but I have seen this done. You / cannot see how in each cheek a laughing dimple comes and goes and / plays a game of hide-and-seek in petals of a rose. You cannot see / the bright star-shine within her beaming hazel eyes; nor see the / colour, like red wine, denote a glad surprise. You have not watched / her body's grace, its perfect, joyous symmetry; nor have you glimpsed / her sleeping face, turned happily to me. My baby's photograph. Ah, / yes! But you should hear her lilting voice with tones that break / with happiness and make the birds rejoice. You have not felt her / tiny hand caress your cheek; nor known her kiss. But if you had, / you'd understand -- she's lovelier, far, than this!