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 "For see how great and fair a realm is this— My untried love—the never conquered bliss All hoarded in my breast; My beauty and my love were jewels meet To make the glory of a king complete, And I,—O thou of kingship half-possest—  Can crown thee with the rest!

"I stand before thee—on my head the crown Of all thou lackest yet in thy renown— Ah, King, take this of me! And in my hand I bear a brimming cup That sparkles; to thine eyes I hold it up: A royal draught of life-long pleasure—see,  The wine is fit for thee!

"Ah, wilt thou pass me? Wilt thou let me give Thy fair life to some meaner man to live? Nay, here—if I am sweet— Thou shalt not. I will save thee with the sight Of all my sweetness, save thee with the might And charm of all my singing lips' deceit,  Or with my dancing feet.