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Pigmy seraphs gone astray, / Velvet people from Vevay, / Belles from some lost summer day, / Bees' exclusive coterie.
Paris could not lay the fold / Belted down with emerald; / Venice could not show a cheek / Of a tint so lustrous meek.
Never such an ambuscade / As of brier and leaf displayed / For my little damask maid.
I had rather wear her grace / Than an earl's distinguished face;
I had rather dwell like her / Than be Duke of Exeter / Royalty enough for me / To subdue the bumble-bee!