She stole the whiteness of the snow,

And more that whiteness to adorn

She stole the blushes of the morn;

Stole all the sweets that either sheds

On primrose buds or violet beds.

Still, to reveal her artful wiles,

She stole the Graces’ silken smiles:

She stole Aurora’s balmy breath,

And pilfered orient pearl for teeth:

The cherry, dipt in morning dew,