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The blessings of the skies all wait abouTher:
Health, Grace, inimitable Beauty, wreathed
Round every motion:—On her lip, the rose
Has left its sweetness, (for what bee to kiss?)
And from the darkening Heaven of her eyes,
A starry Spirit looks out:—Can it be Love?Englishlove poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poemsShort Poems