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From Paradise Lost
by John Milton (1606-1674)
She, as a veil down to the slender waist
Her unadorned golden tresses wore
Disheveled, but in wanton ringlets waved
As the vine curls her tendrils, which implied
Subjection, but required with gentle sway,
And by her yielded, by him best received
Yielded with coy submission, modest pride,
And sweet reluctant amorous delay.
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