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 What to yours is May's Rosiest smile? what sound Like your laughter sways All hearts round?

None can tell in metre Fit for ears on earth What sweet star grew sweeter At your birth.

Wisdom doubts what may be: Hope, with smile sublime, Trusts: but neither, baby, Knows the rhyme.

Wisdom lies down lonely; Hope keeps watch from far; None but one seer only Sees the star.