The delight of thou fair
Is a light of the day-
The silent of walking waves
Are silent waking lips-
The hospitality of thou eyes
Are so in the arms of warms-
But then and there-
Thy fair- as sun and moon,
Thy love roar in the west wind
When lore rest in the east hand-
Thy fair-as morning earth,
Thy gentle lure floats in grey air,
When thy newly face as a fairy-fair,
Thy borne-as Venus’ daughter,
Perfect pain is so fair
When thy acts as the ring of fire,
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