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From Elizabeth A. Sharp’s “Lyra Celtica”
TELL us some of the charms of the stars: | |
| Close and well set were her ivory teeth; | |
| White as the canna upon the moor | |
| Was her bosom the tartan bright beneath. | |
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| Her well-rounded forehead shone | 5 |
| Soft and fair as the mountain snow; | |
| Her two breasts were heaving full; | |
| To them did the hearts of heroes flow. | |
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| Her lips were ruddier than the rose; | |
| Tender and tunefully sweet her tongue; | 10 |
| White as the foam adown her side | |
| Her delicate fingers extended hung. | |
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| Smooth as the dusky down of the elk | |
| Appeared her shady eyebrows to me; | |
| Lovely her cheeks were, like berries red; | 15 |
| From every guile she was wholly free. | |
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| Her countenance looked like the gentle buds | |
| Unfolding their beauty in early spring; | |
| Her yellow locks like the gold-browed hills; | |
| And her eyes like the radiance the sunbeams bring. | 20 |
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