What of those eyes that heaven did so bless,

Alluring smiles to best telluric dreams;

Lithe, loving arms that lonely souls caress,

Smooth satin skin soft gilded by moonbeams.

A sylphid spirit sailing through the night;

Sweet murmured songs to soothe the savage beast

In tones to shame bold Orpheus in his plight

When he soft sang to save Eurydice.

Yet here on earth, behold this paragon 

With all the carnal chattels of desire—

A sultry sprite to every heart so warm

That it may melt or burn in love stoked fire.

A spectral sight to ever haunt the mind—

And with closed eyes, too often there to find.

 

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