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48 She stitches quaint embroideries My lady of white hands, With fishes from the China seas And beasts from foreign lands.

And flowers out of Araby And sage Saharan ants, And cockatoos from Nickerie And wrinkled elephants,

And ships with swelling purple sails And cargoes pavonine, And whalermen and spouting whales, And porpoises in line.

And cows of rich autumnal hues A-browse in flowered meads, And shepherd dogs in buffs and blues And shepherd boys in tweeds.

She weaves them all into a net, And, silk for Circe's wine, Enchants them there with mignonette In intricate design.