Your beauty is as russet fruit,
Sun-warmed, fragrant,
In a northern room.
Down in your eyes I hear the young girls sing
In Toledo’s summer fields.
Your step is firm as though it trod the grape,
And your dark head is high as though you bore
To me a brimming gourd.
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