Whistler's White Girl
She heard the whisper of the stars,
She heard the falling of the dew,
And all the untrod virgin ways
Of Beauty's self she knew.
And when the moon lay silver-white
Along the meadows and the streams,
She walked across the night to him
Upon a bridge of dreams,
And as upon his eyelids there,
She shone so wonder-white to see,
What could he give her more or less
Than immortality?
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