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 Word-semblance thereof, and limn for you the lines of this poor fair face?” “Not so!” laughed Kyrle, “too well I fathom your woman’s and poet’s ways— The truth within you abideth not,—you would lure me into a maze, And muddy your matchless beauty, miring it with dispraise!” “No, no!” quoth Saville, “Oh, I should not dare!—What, speak of my person a lie, Defaming the charms which had you but seen I surely had won you by? Nay, dear heart, shall I paint for you a meteor’s arrowy flight, The captain jewels that blaze serene in the tiara of night, And not do justice to this my beauty and bring it full plain to your sight? For I am beautiful,—amethyst clear are mine eyes, and yet amaranth deep, Violets held by a nixie’s hand under the liquid sweep Of a brook, little wells where truth celestial lieth in summery sleep, And my hair glints gold as our marriage ring, and lifts in a shimmering cloud 61