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Call him Hector, son of Priam!

Such his title and degree.

With my rake I smoothed his brow;

Both his cheeks I weeded through:

But a rhymer such as I am,

Scarce can sing his dignity.

Eyes of gentianellas azure,

Staring; winking at the skies;

Nose of gillyflowers and box;

Scented grasses, put for locks—

Which a little breeze, at pleasure,

Set a-waving round his eyes.

Brazen helm of daffodillies,

With a glitter toward the light;

Purple violets, for the mouth,

Breathing perfumes west and south;

And a sword of flashing lilies,

Holden ready for the fight.

And a breastplate, made of daisies,

Closely fitting, leaf by leaf;

Periwinkles interlaced,

Drawn for belt about the waist;

While the brown bees, humming praises,

Shot their arrows round the chief.