  With brunettes I now have finish’d, And this year am once more fond Of the eyes whose colour blue is, Of the hair whose colour’s blond. Mild the blond one, whom I love now, And in meekness quite a gem! She would be some blest saint’s image, Held her hand a lily stem. Slender limbs of wondrous beauty, Little flesh, much sympathy; All her soul is glowing but for Faith and hope and charity. She maintains she understands not German,—but it can’t be so; Hast ne’er read the heavenly poem Klopstock wrote some time ago? |
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