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 By craft of cunningest artificer;

Save in the wistful eyes Ruggiero thought

A teardrop gleamed, and with the rippling hair

The ocean breezes played as if they sought

In its loose depths to hide that which her hand might not.

Pity and wonder and awakening love

Strove in the bosom of the Moorish Knight.

Down from his soaring in the skies above

He urged the tenor of his courser's flight.

Fairer with every foot of lessening height

Shone the sweet prisoner. With tightening reins

He drew more nigh, and gently as he might:

"O lady, worthy only of the chains

With which his bounden slaves the God of Love constrains,

"And least for this or any ill designed,

Oh, what unnatural and perverted race

Could the sweet flesh with flushing stricture bind,

And leave to suffer in this cold embrace

That the warm arms so hunger to replace?"

Into the damsel's cheeks such color flew

As by the alchemy of ancient days

If whitest ivory should take the hue

Of coral where it blooms deep in the liquid blue.

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