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From what far spicery derives your hair The sweet faint fragrance that enslaves my sense? What subtle love trick taught you to be fair With overt lure and covert reticence?
Madonna Eve, you bear upon your breast A hungry emerald like the desiring sea, But warm upon your heart lie pearls of rest What man could exorcise such witchery?