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No grim cadaver set its flaw / In happy days of pagan art, / And man, content with what he saw, / Stripped not the veil from beauty's heart.
No form once loved that buried lay, / A hideous spectre to appal, / Dropped bit by bit its flesh away, / As one by one our garments fall;