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Cathara had that pure Ionian face,
Which melts its way in music to the heart;
Each look and line betrayed that breathing grace,
Which Genius has embalmed in classic art,
Or sculptured in the Aphrodite—where glows
Immortal life, in marble’s still repose.
Her presence on your love and wonder stole
With such an atmosphere of softened light,
It seemed as some Aurora of the Pole,