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 * And for feather, he did wear. Old Nisus' fatal purple hair.

The sword they girded on his thigh, Was smallest blade of finest rye.

A pair of buskins they did bring Of the "cow lady's" coral wing; Powdered o'er with spots of jet, And lined with purple violet.

His belt was made of myrtle leaves Plaited in small curious threaves; Beset with amber cowslip studs, And fringed about with daisy buds. In which his bugle horn was hung Made of the babbling ECHO'S tongue; Which set unto his moon-burned lip, He winds; and then his fairies skip.

At that, the lazy dawn 'gan sound, And each did trip a fairy round.