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SHE beat the
happy pavement--
By such a star made firmament,
Which now no more the roof envies!
But swells up
high, with Atlas even,
Bearing the brighter nobler
heaven,
And, in her, all the deities.
Each
step trod out a Lover's thought,
And the ambitious
hopes he brought
Chain'd to her brave feet with such
arts,
Such sweet command and gentle awe,
As,
when she ceased, we sighing saw
The floor lay paved
with broken hearts.
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