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But a rhymer such as I am, 

 Scarce can sing his dignity. 



Eyes of gentianellas azure, 

 Staring, winking at the skies: 

 Nose of gillyflowers and box; 

 Scented grasses put for locks, 



Which a little breeze at pleasure 

 Set a-waving round his eyes: 



Brazen helm of daffodillies, 



With a glitter toward the light; 

 Purple violets for the mouth, 

 Breathing perfumes west and south; 



And a sword of flashing lilies, 

 Holden ready for the fight: 



And a breastplate made of daisies, 



Closely fitting, leaf on leaf; 



Periwinkles interlaced 



Drawn for belt about the waist; 

 While the brown bees, humming praises, 



Shot their arrows round the chief. 



Oh, the birds, the trees, the ruddy 

 And white blossoms sleek with rain! 



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