Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks — Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man’s blood with cold.

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, III, st. 11

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