Isabel
In her body's perfect sweet
Suppleness and languor meet,-
Arms that move like lapsing billows,
Breasts that Love would make his pillows,
Eyes where vision melts in bliss,
Lips that ripen to a kiss.
Bliss Carman And Richard Hovey
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