And Beauty kindles into life and love.
How the first embryon-fibre, sphere, or cube,
Lives in new forms,—a line,—a ring,—a tube;
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Closed in the womb with limbs unfinish'd laves,
Sips with rude mouth the salutary waves;
Seeks round its cell the sanguine streams, that pass,
And drinks with crimson gills the vital gas;
Weaves with soft threads the blue meandering vein,
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