FIRST GLANCE by George Parsons Lathrop
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A budding mouth and warm blue eyes; A laughing face; and laughing hair,-- So ruddy was its rise From off that forehead fair; Frank fervor in whate'er she said, And a shy grace when she was still; A bright, elastic tread; Enthusiastic will; These wrought the magic of a maid As sweet and sad as the sun in spring;-- Joyous, yet half-afraid Her joyousness to sing. |
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