Princely my pauper kisses feel
Lounging your cheeks upon.
They heave with rose like manor house
Sofa of reception.
How long, left out as on cobbles
Scraped of pendulous cheer
Hopeless lit, for what love-search's
Neediness made numb near!
Then fortune smiled out, waving for
Its clear identifying!
Possessing, alike genteel-coached
What's of gracious bearing.
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