To .... ... [On Seeing Her With A White Veil And A Rich Girdle]

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Title:     To .... ... [On Seeing Her With A White Veil And A Rich Girdle]
Author: Thomas Moore [More Titles by Moore]

Put off the vestal Veil, nor, oh!
Let weeping angels View it;
Your cheeks belie its virgin snow.
And blush repenting through it.

Put off the fatal zone you wear;
The shining pearls around it
Are tears, that fell from Virtue there,
The hour when Love unbound it.

[The end]
Thomas Moore's poem: To .... ... [on Seeing Her With A White Veil And A Rich Girdle]

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