And morning woke upon her healthy cheek

& morning woke upon her healthy cheek
Sweeter then e'er was seen in morning sky
Bright was the rose that spread upon her cheek
& rich the landscape in her brighter eye
Herself was spring — the violet seemed to lie
As springing from her trample — where she walked
Bright was the sunlight in her sweet blue eye
As by her side the mornings shadow stalked
& all things round her path her fancys talked
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