Arbour-veiled, for summer coyness
Or prim-queasier, parloured dim
For that seducer o'erbold. Morn's
Which creeps over the world's rim.
The Virgin's flower still! Shuts out
Heat-waves of unwelcome feeling!
Still the lily; and that adored
Pure-minded, with monkish kneeling!
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