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31 That thou, far fairer than a flower, should'st hide From too familiar sight thy beauty's wealth, And give it unto one whose long-tried heart May claim a prize so rich.

Smile, Lady, mine,

And though thou art so passing fair, yet deign To imitate the lily-bells—and I Will shelter thee from every unkind breath, And fold thee close in true and faithful love, E'en as those leaves the flowers.