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I have seen her limpid eyes

Large with gradual laughter rise

Through wild-roses' nettles,

Like twin blossoms grow and stare,

Then a hating, envious air

Whisked them into petals.

I have seen her hardy cheek

Like a molten coral leak

Through the leafage shaded

Of thick Chickasaws, and then,

When I made more sure, again

To a red plum faded.

I have found her racy lips,

And her graceful finger-tips,

But a haw and berry;

Glimmers of her there and here,

Just, forsooth, enough to cheer

And to make me merry.

Often on the ferny rocks

Dazzling rimples of loose locks

At me she hath shaken,

And I've followed – 'twas in vain —

They had trickled into rain

Sun-lit on the braken.

Once her full limbs flashed on me,

Naked where some royal tree

Powdered all the spaces

With wan sunlight and quaint shade,

Such a haunt romance hath made

For haunched satyr-races.

There, I wot, hid amorous Pan,

For a sudden pleading ran

Through the maze of myrtle,

Whiles a rapid violence tossed

All its flowerage, – 'twas the lost

Cooings of a turtle.