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FERN .

I dearly love a changing cheek,
 That glows or pales, as Feeling chooses,
And lets the free heart frankly speak—
 Upon it what the tongue refuses;

Where eloquent blushes burn and fade,
 Rich with the wealth of warm emotion,
Or starry dimples mock the shade,
 Like jewels in a restless ocean.
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