The Marchioness Of Brinvilliers Poem by Herman Melville

The Marchioness Of Brinvilliers

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He toned the sprightly beam of morning
With twilight meek of tender eve,
Brightness interfused with softness,
Light and shade did weave:
And gave to candor equal place
With mystery starred in open skies;
And, floating all in sweetness, made
Her fathomless mild eyes.

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