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GALANTERIE.
O angel, that in some unmeasured region
Keepest the store of beauteous things unsaid!
Once more do thou take even from their legion
Verse of the sweetest, verse no man hath read;
And go with that—saying thou art from me—
Unto my Love wherever she may be;
And speak therewith all tender things and fair
Touching the beauty of her eyes and hair,
Her hands, her feet—all of Her thou may'st see,
E'en to the jewels she shall chance to wear.
