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Henry Van Dyke - Hesper
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Her eyes are like the evening air,
     Her voice is like a rose,
Her lips are like a lovely song,
     That ripples as it flows,
And she herself is sweeter than
     The sweetest thing she knows. 

A slender, haunting, twilight form
     Of wonder and surprise,
She seemed a fairy or a child,
     Till, deep within her eyes,
I saw the homeward-leading star
     Of womanhood arise.
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