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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Still had she gazed; but 'midst the tide
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Two angel forms were seen to glide,
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The genii of the stream:
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Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue
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Through richest purple to the view
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Betrayed a golden gleam.
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The hapless nymph with wonder saw:
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A whisker first, and then a claw,
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With many an ardent wish,
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She stretched, in vain, to reach the prize.
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What female heart can gold despise?
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What cat's averse to fish?
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Presumptuous maid! with looks intent
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Again she stretched, again she bent,
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Nor knew the gulf between:
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(Malignant Fate sat by, and smiled)
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The slippery verge her feet beguiled,
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She tumbled headlong in.
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From hence, ye beauties undeceived,
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Know, one false step is ne'er retrieved,
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And be with caution bold.
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Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes
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And heedless hearts is lawful prize;
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Nor all that glisters, gold.
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