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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 wandering in a trance
Of sober
thought? Or when starting away,
With careless robe to
meet the morning ray,
Thou sparest 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.
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