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.
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.
Than the flower-scented heath.
At the dawing of day;
The hawthorn in bloom,
The lily’s perfume.
Or the blossoms of May.