Her
healthy face was round, her lips
Were like cherries, her cheek a rose was,
Her lovely eyes were turquoise blue,
And a pretty pink her nose was.
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She
had on a starched white linen cap,
Like a mural crown she wore it,
Folded in battlemented form,
With many a peak and turret.
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A
snowy tunic reached to her calves,
And what calves they were!—their duty
To upbear, like stately pedestals,
Twin pillars of Doric beauty.
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Judged
by her features she only seemed
Of this world—a natural woman;
But, viewed from behind, she struck the eye
As something superhuman.
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She
advanced and said, "You are welcome home
To the Elbe which you left behind you
Just thirteen years ago; unchanged
After all those years I find you.
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"You
look perhaps for the lovely souls
That you were wont to meet here,
And with whom you dreamed the night away
Of old, in this pleasant street here.
