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It may be you've seen her eyes, / Dark and deep like midnight skies; / You mayhap have seen them flash / Underneath the drooping lash, / And been dazzled by the light / Of those orbs, so dark and bright; / But-have you seen her foot, / In its little gaiter boot?
You have noticed, maybe, how / The lily spreads from chin to brow. / You have thought her cheek more fair / Than if roses lingered there; / (Roses would seem out of place / On her pale patrician face) / But -- again I question you, / Have you seen her tiny shoe?