| Twas on a lofty vase's side,
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| Where China's gayest art had dyed
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| The azure flowers that blow,
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| Demurest of the tabby kind,
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| The pensive Selima, reclined,
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| Gazed on the lake below.
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| Her conscious tail her joy declared;
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| The fair round face, the snowy beard,
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| The velvet of her paws,
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| Her coat, that with the tortoise vies,
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| Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,
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| She saw; and purred applause.
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