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virginia.
VIRGINIA.
I saw her first—a petted child,
Her eyes were blue as heaven;
Her cheek was dimpled when she smiled,
Her lips a rose-bud riven.
Her eyes were blue as heaven;
Her cheek was dimpled when she smiled,
Her lips a rose-bud riven.
Her form, the prettiest in the world,
Her step—a fairy's flight,
Her hair, like clouded sunshine, curl'd
In clusters wild and bright.
Her step—a fairy's flight,
Her hair, like clouded sunshine, curl'd
In clusters wild and bright.
"A child," I said,—so artless, wild,
And full of mirth her mien;
You'd deem her but a lovely child,
Though she was just fifteen.
And full of mirth her mien;
You'd deem her but a lovely child,
Though she was just fifteen.
I met her on her way to school,
The snow fell swift and still;
The morn was clear and bright, but cool,
And I had felt the chill.
The snow fell swift and still;
The morn was clear and bright, but cool,
And I had felt the chill.
