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When thy beauty appears,

In its graces and airs,

All bright as an angel new dropt from the sky;

At distance I gaze, and am awed by my fears,

So strangely you dazzle my eye!

But when without art,

Your kind thoughts you impart,

When your love runs in blushes through every vein;

When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in your heart,

Then I know you're a woman again.

There's a passion and pride

In our sex ( she replied ),

And thus ( might I gratify both ) I would do:

Still an angel appear to each lover beside,

But still be a woman to you.