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Two Poems
Then Lélian, king of the land,
Rich Lélian will teach us the speech
That here we but half understand—
Kind Lélian will reach us his hand.
II — Her Colours
Rose, grey, and white
Roses, sad seas, and light
Straight from the sun
These are your colours.
Red necklet spun
When the Eastern day was done
By fairy fingers
Of lotus flowers.
In those white ivories
Your arms, a charm there lies,
Charm to conquer
The bravest singers:
And for your grey
Sweet, deep eye oceansthey
Do yet declare
Queen Venus lingers.
