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Around the twitter of the lips of dust / A tossing laugh between their redness 'bides --
With patient beauty yonder Attic bust / In the deep alcove's dimness smiles and hides.
Two spirit things a man hath for his friends: / Sorrow that gives for guerdon liberty, / And joy, the touching of whose finger lends / To lightest of light things all sanctity.