#235130 - She is lissome of line, at times seeming To move with the heart of the storm. In a chamber suffused with emotion By the light of innumerable dawns, In a house betwixt forests and ocean, Where the briar rose bristles with thorns; There hangs her portrait in splendour, In mystic silence, forsaken, unknown, In lines both violent and tender And colours of thunderous tone. In turn, she seems tranquilly dreaming; Creating visions of exquisite form.
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