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Ladye, thy white brow is fair, Beauty's morning light is there; And thine eye is like a star, Dark as those of midnight are: Round thee satin robe is flung; Pearls upon thy neck are hung: Yet thou wearest silk and gem, As thou hadst forgotten them. Lovelier is the ray that lies On thy lip, and in thine eyes.