II.

Lips of cherry confine

Teeth of ivory shine,

And with blushes combine

To keep us in thrall.

Thy converse exceeding

All eloquent pleading,

Thy voice never needing

To rival the fall

Of the music of art,--

Steal their way to the heart,

And resistless impart

Their enchantment to all.

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