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My lady seems of ivory

Forehead, straight nose, and cheeks that be

Hollow'd a little mournfully,

Her forehead, overshadow'd much

By bows of hair, has a wave such

As God was good to make for me.

Nor greatly long my lady's hair,

Nor yet with yellow colour fair,

But thick and crisped wonderfully:

Heavy to make the pale face sad,

And dark, but dead as though it had

Been forged by God most wonderfully

Of some strange metal, thread by thread,

To stand out from my lady's head,

Not moving much to tangle me.

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