Poems by Victor Hugo
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Like a feather
From some sea-gull's wing of snow. Every time the frail boat laden With the maiden Skims the water in its flight, Starting from its trembling sheen, Swift are seen A white foot and neck so white. As that lithe foot's timid tips Quick she dips, Passing, in the rippling pool, (Blush, oh! snowiest ivory!) Frolic, she Laughs to feel the pleasant cool. Here displayed, but half concealed-- Half revealed, Each bright charm shall you behold, In her innocence emerging, As a-verging On the wave her hands grow cold. For no star howe'er divine Has the shine Of a maid's pure loveliness, Frightened if a leaf but quivers As she shivers, Veiled with naught but dripping trees. |
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