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That thou, far fairer than a flower, should'st hide
From too familiar sight thy beauty's wealth,
And give it unto one whose long-tried heart
May claim a prize so rich.
Smile, Lady, mine,
And though thou art so passing fair, yet deign
To imitate the lily-bells—and I
Will shelter thee from every unkind breath,
And fold thee close in true and faithful love,
E'en as those leaves the flowers.
