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that slowly ount the risg steep;

an&039; she has a sparklg roguish een

her breath is like the fragrant breeze,

that ntly stirs the blos&039;d bean,

when phoeb sks behd the seas;

an&039; she has a sparklg roguish een

her voice is like the ev&039;ng thrh,

that sgs on cessnock banks unseen,

while his ate sits nestlg the bh;

an&039; she has a sparklg roguish een

but it&039;s not her air, her for, her face,

tho&039; atchg beauty&039;s fabled een;

&039;tis the d that shes ev&039;ry grace,

an&039; chiefly her roguish een