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I.
Oh, beauideal! unveil thine plaid,
Where my heart and love I laid.
Thine parts shone, lo! 'bejewelled belle'
And thy ornated feet had my heart's bell.
II.
Thy lips like cymbals, rang loves' thyme,
Like a sonnet had its perfect rhyme.
'Thou wast a queen with a pearl bespangled parsol'
Thirsted were the drops of my drizzle of soul.
III.
Wandered were they the most-
To glide throu' thy plums in a lust.
Hastn't yet thou heard the music of rain-dance
When I wait 'ere with my heart for thy glance?
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