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(For Aline)
From what old ballad, or from what rich frame / Did you descend to glorify the earth? / Was it from Chaucer's singing book you came? / Or did Watteau's small brushes give you birth?
Nothing so exquisite as that slight hand / Could Raphael or Leonardo trace. / Nor could the poets know in Fairyland / The changing wonder of your lyric face.
I would possess a host of lovely things, / But I am poor and such joys may not be. / So God who lifts the poor and humbles kings / Sent loveliness itself to dwell with me.