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Wander’d the crispy threads of wavy gold adown a bosom shaming virgin snow:
Her milk-hued breasts with ev’ry movement roll’d where Love lay sporting but did nowhere show:
Flames with far-flashing fire the Zone’s white fold wherewith the Boy gar’d ev’ry heart to glow:
while round those columns’ polisht curves were climbing Desires, like ivy parent-trunk entwining.