Ida
All beauty compass' d in a female form,
The Princess ; liker to the inhabitant
Of some clear planet close upon the Sun,
Than our man's earth ; such eyes were in her
head,
And so much grace and power, breathing down
From over her arched brows, with every turn
Lived thro' her to the tips of her long hands,
And to her feet.
My princess, O my princess ! true she errs,
But in her own grand way : being herself
Three times more noble than three-score of
men,
She sees herself in every woman else,
And so she wears her error like a crown
To blind the truth and me : for her, and her,
Hebes are they to hand ambrosia, mix
The nectar ; but ah she whene'er she moves
The Samian Here rises and she speaks
A Memnon smitten with the morning Sun.
All beauty compass' d in a female form,
The Princess ; liker to the inhabitant
Of some clear planet close upon the Sun,
Than our man's earth ; such eyes were in her
head,
And so much grace and power, breathing down
From over her arched brows, with every turn
Lived thro' her to the tips of her long hands,
And to her feet.
My princess, O my princess ! true she errs,
But in her own grand way : being herself
Three times more noble than three-score of
men,
She sees herself in every woman else,
And so she wears her error like a crown
To blind the truth and me : for her, and her,
Hebes are they to hand ambrosia, mix
The nectar ; but ah she whene'er she moves
The Samian Here rises and she speaks
A Memnon smitten with the morning Sun.
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