Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: That she is beautiful is not delight, As some think mothers joy, by pride of her, To witness questing eyes caught prisoner And hear her praised the livelong dancing night; But the glad impulse that makes painters sight Bids me note her and grow the happier; And love that finds me as her worshipper Reveals me each best loveliness aright. Oh goddess head! Oh innocent brave eyes! Oh curved and parted lips where smiles are rare And sweetness ever! Oh smooth shadowy hair Gathered around the silence of her brow! Child, I'd needs love thy beauty stranger-wise: And oh the beauty of it, being thou! Augusta Webster
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