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 "Then frame," she cried, "wide fronts of crystal glass, That I may show my laughter and my light— Light like the sun's by day, the stars' by night— Till rival heart-queens, envying, wail, 'Alas, Her glory!' as they pass."

“O maid misled!" He sternly said, Whose facile foresight pierced her dire; "Where shall abide the soul when, sick of glee, It shrinks, and hides, and prays no eye may see? Those house them best who house for secrecy, For you will tire."

"A little chamber, then, with swan and dove Ranged thickly, and engrailed with rare device Of reds and purples, for a Paradise Wherein my Love may greet me, I my Love, When he shall know thereof?"