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Tell me, / Was Venus more beautiful / Than you are, / When she topped / The crinkled waves, / Drifting shoreward / On her plaited shell? / Was Botticelli's vision / Fairer than mine; / And were the painted rosebuds / He tossed his lady, / Of better worth / Than the words I blow about you / To cover your too great loveliness / As with a gauze / Of misted silver?
For me, / You stand poised / In the blue and buoyant air, / Cinctured by bright winds, / Treading the sunlight.
And the waves which precede you / Ripple and stir / The sands at my feet.