⋆.:ﾟ･*⋆:.


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ she walks in 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲, like the 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⁺⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀of 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 climes and starry skies;⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　and all that’s 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 of dark and bright ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✦⠀⠀⠀⠀
. 　 　 ˚⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀meet in her aspect and her 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈;
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　thus 𝓂𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝒹 to that tender light
⠀⠀⠀⠀✦ . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　which heaven to gaudy 𝒹𝒶𝓎 denies.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀one shade the more, one ray the 𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　had half 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹 the nameless grace⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˚
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　which waves in every flaxen 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈,⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⁺⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　or 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉𝓁𝓎 lightens o’er her face;
⠀⠀⠀.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　where thoughts serenely 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 express,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　 ⠀ how pure, how 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇 their dwelling-place.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and on that cheek, and o’er that 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓌,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　so soft, so 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓂, yet eloquent,
⠀⠀. 　 　 ⁺⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the smiles that win, the tints that 𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓌,⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✦
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　but tell of days in 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 spent,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　a 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 at peace with all below,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⁺ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　⠀⠀ ⠀ a heart whose love is 𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑜𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀- 𝐵𝓎𝓇𝑜𝓃


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