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FROM THE ROMAN DE LA ROSE

Tender as dew her cheeks' warm life;
She was as simple as a wife,
She was as white as lilies are.
Her face was sweet and smooth and fair:
Slender and very straight she was,
And on her cheeks no paint might pass. [OMITTED]
Her fair hair was so long that it
Shook, when she walked, about her feet:
Eyes, nose, and mouth, were perfect art,
Exceeding pain is at my heart
When I remember me of her.