WiththatshelookedasifaprouddisdainKindleddispleasureinhernoblemind，Thewayshecamesheturnedherstepsagain，Withgesturesadbutindisdainfulkind，Atempestraileddownhercheeksamain，Withtearsofwoe，andsighsofanger’swind；
Thedropsherfootstepswash，whereonshetreads，Andseemstosteponpearls，orcrystalbeads。
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Hercheeksonwhichthisstreamingnectarfell，Stilledthroughthelimbeckofherdiamondeyes，Theroseswhiteandredresembledwell，WhereontheroryMay-dewsprinkledliesWhenthefairmornfirstblushethfromhercell，Andbreathethbalmfromopenedparadise；
Thussighed，thusmourned，thusweptthislovelyqueen，Andineachdropbathedagraceunseen。