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THE YOUTH by BEN SARA OF SANTAREN

First Line: SEE, HIS BEARD IS SPROUTING YET
Last Line: OF THEIR BLACKNESS ON ITS FAIR.
See, his beard is sprouting yet,
Beauty's fringes delicate;
Delicately through my heart
Passion's thrilling raptures dart.

It is not that, so to speak,
Blackness covers up his cheek,
But his eyes have sprinkled there
Of their blackness on its fair.



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