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Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance, / In what diviner moments of the day / Art thou most lovely? When gone far astray / Into the labyrinths of sweet utterance?
Or when serenely wand'ring in a trance / Of sober thought? Or when starting away, / With careless robe, to meet the morning ray, / Thou spar'st the flowers in thy mazy dance?
Haply 'tis when thy ruby lips part sweetly, / And so remain, because thou listenest:
But thou to please wert nurtured so completely / That I can never tell what mood is best.
I shall as soon pronounce which Grace more neatly / Trips it before Apollo than the rest.