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EYES.
In ancient times did valiant minstrel-knightHis mistress' visual beauties advertise,
Singing their winning radiance lover-wise,
Bepraising lavishly their brilliant might,
Hoping his skill might win his life's delight;
Finding similitudes in morning skies,
Likewise in moonlit midnight's duskiest guise.
I claim slight kin with singers fierce in fight—
I question this—if either warbling wight
Amid high Chivalry's bright votaries
Did, in his rich, inspiring strain, devise
This hidden difficulty, which to-night
I in this idly-tinkling line comprise—
This simple trifle, bristling thick with Is.
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