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DETUR PULCHRIORI
My Lady's eyes have heaven's hue,
Serenely bright and blue.
My Love's are black as deepest night
By lightning's light.
Serenely bright and blue.
My Love's are black as deepest night
By lightning's light.
My Lady's face, like blushing rose,
With swift emotion glows.
And mine is pale, as marble fair,
With feeling rare.
With swift emotion glows.
And mine is pale, as marble fair,
With feeling rare.
Her hair is golden as the round
On royal foreheads bound.
Her's is more dark than ebon twine
Of Proserpine.
On royal foreheads bound.
Her's is more dark than ebon twine
Of Proserpine.
As gently-carriaged as the dove
Of Venus, She I love.
And She is goddess-like in mien
As Jove's great Queen.
Of Venus, She I love.
And She is goddess-like in mien
As Jove's great Queen.
So strove they; then unto a third
The high dispute referr'd:
He on his tablets this set down—
My girl is brown.
The high dispute referr'd:
He on his tablets this set down—
My girl is brown.
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