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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 he’art 
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. 
