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 If you ever hear The rhymed halloo and lyric cheer Of those that cry to you in verse, Or marry you for ill or worse In paint and canvas, clay and stone, Or walk with God and you alone In their own hearts (where their own pleasure Can jog you both to any measure), O Beauty! If you've ever heard One chantey, jig or clinking word That men have said or sung about you, Then hear these sentences I shout you: You fraud! You showman! puffer! gilder! Adept in trappings to bewilder! You window-dresser of that store Where all that's sold was sold before!