It knew no Medicine—
It was not Sickness—then—
Nor any need of Surgery—
And therefore—'twas not Pain—
It moved away the Cheeks—
A Dimple at a time—
And left the Profile—plainer—
And in the place of Bloom
It left the little Tint
That never had a Name—
You've seen it on a Cast's face—
Was Paradise—to blame—
If momently ajar—
Temerity—drew near—
And sickened—ever afterward
For Somewhat that it saw?
It was not Sickness—then—
Nor any need of Surgery—
And therefore—'twas not Pain—
It moved away the Cheeks—
A Dimple at a time—
And left the Profile—plainer—
And in the place of Bloom
It left the little Tint
That never had a Name—
You've seen it on a Cast's face—
Was Paradise—to blame—
If momently ajar—
Temerity—drew near—
And sickened—ever afterward
For Somewhat that it saw?
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