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/ I have seen her limpid eyes / Large with gradual laughter rise / Through wild-roses' nettles, / Like twin blossoms grow and stare, / Then a hating, envious air / Whisked them into petals.
/ I have seen her hardy cheek / Like a molten coral leak / Through the leafage shaded / Of thick Chickasaws, and then, / When I made more sure, again / To a red plum faded.