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A sunbow bent above her for a sign, The spray embowered her in brilliant rain, Her rosy feet upon the hyaline Danced lightly like rose-petals o’er a plain; Heaven was her canopy, a lofty fane For incense and for music and high mirth, Her laughing eyes, turned sunward, did detain As in a mirror, all the smiles of Earth Made happier because of beauty’s perfect birth.