Chapter 846 of 1964 · 56 words · ~1 min read

XV.

A slight blush, a soft tremor, a calm kind Of gentle feminine delight, and shown More in the eyelids than the eyes, resigned Rather to hide what pleases most unknown, Are the best tokens (to a modest mind)[gj] Of Love, when seated on his loveliest throne, A sincere woman's breast,--for over-_warm_ Or over-_cold_ annihilates the charm.