TO …. ….

ON SEEING HER WITH A WHITE VEIL AND A RICH GIRDLE.

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.

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