A nymph in all her ardour towards the Faun, Leant heavily, with open eyes alight, And wet lips redder than an April dawn, And panting hair, and bright cheeks burning white, And white breast lifted on the stormy tide That ebbs and flows through all her body, full Of unaware desire, unfrightened pride, And young joy making passion beautiful.SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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