Mundane mind, reach high;
Imaginative wave, melancholy sigh,
Doves flaunt pigtails, smile bleak,
Bathe in thy dimples, rose petal cheek.
Release thy fire, crimson filled blood,
Streams blush; powder'd skin should
Rise past thy flesh, gleaméd eyes,
Demolish dams, shamed Venus' demise.
Remembrance past, thy joyous face,
Heavenly muses, divine beauty embrace.
Formed angelic, ‘thy figure mould' said
From flower-scent, primrose soft bed.
Voice of a lark, nestéd a new,
Woman perfection, exist but few.
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