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Like the sway of the silver birch in the breeze of dawn / Is her dainty way; / Like the gray of a twilight sky or a starlit lawn / Are her eyes of gray; / Like the clouds in their moving white / Is her breast's soft stir; / And white as the moon and bright / Is the soul of her.
Like murmur of woods in spring ere the leaves be green, / Like the voice of a bird / That sings by a stream that sings through the night unseen, / So her voice is heard.
And the secret her eyes withhold / In my soul abides, / For white as the moon and cold / Is the heart she hides.