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"The pastelle is too strong," said he. / "Lo! I will make it fainter yet! " / And he wrought with tepid ecstasy / A pastellette.
A touch-a word-a tone half caught- / He softly felt and handled them; / Flavor of feeling-scent of thought- / Shimmer of gem- / That we may read, and feel as he / What vague, pale pleasure we can get / From this mild, witless mystery,- / The pastellette.