ALICE
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now you, winds that blow your courseDown the verdant valleys,That somewhere you must, perforce,Kiss the brow of Alice?When her gentle face you find,Kiss it softly, naughty wind. Roses waving fair and sweetThro' the garden alleys,Grow into a glory meetFor the eye of Alice;Let the wind your offering bearOf sweet perfume, faint and rare. Lily holding crystal dewIn your pure white chalice,Nature kind hath fashioned youLike the soul of Alice;It of purest white is wrought,Filled with gems of crystal thought.
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