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PLANE TREE. — Grace. 
Here is a maid, 
With step superb, and hair’s long braid, 
And placid brow, and darkling glance, 
And feet as she sleeps, seem dreaming a dance. 
Her delicate lip like a rose-leaf is curled, 
And her eye like the star-flag above it unfurled ! 
Festus. 
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INDIAN PINK. — Always Lovely . 
She had a low, sweet brow, with fringed lakes 
Of an unfathomed darkness couched below ; 
And, parted on that brow in clouded flakes, 
The darkling hair swept back with wavy flow, 
Rounding a head of such a shape as makes 
The old Greek marble with the goddess glow. 
Her nostril’s breaching arch might threaten storm, 
But love lay in her lips, all hushed and warm. 
Willis. 
