The Arethusa/Her Mouth, Which a Smile
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HER MOUTH, WHICH A SMILE.
Her mouth, which a smile,Devoid of all guile,Half open to view.Is the bud of the rose.In the morning that blows,Impearl’d with the dew.
More fragrant her breath,Than the flower-scented heath.At the dawing of day;The hawthorn in bloom,The lily’s perfume.Or the blossoms of May.