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The rosy hills of her high breasts, / Whereon, like misty morning, rests / The breathing lace; her auburn hair, / Wherein, a star point sparkling there, / One jewel burns; her eyes, that keep / Recorded dreams of song and sleep; / Her mouth, with whose comparison / The richest rose were poor and wan; / Her throat, her form -- what masterpiece / Of man can picture half of these! / She comes! a classic from the hand / Of God! wherethrough I understand / What Nature means and Art and Love, / And all the lovely Myths thereof.