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To the Ladies who Saw me Crown’d
What is there in the universal Earth
More lovely than a wreath from the bay tree?
Haply a halo round the Moon – a glee
Circling from three sweet pair of lips in mirth;
And haply you will sai the dewy birth 5
Of morning roses – ripplings tenderly
Spread by the halcyon’s breast upon the sea-
But these comparisons are nothing worth-
Then is there nothing in the world so fair?
The silvery tears of April? – Youth of May? 10
Or June that breaths out life for butterflies?
No – none of these can from my favourite bear
Away the palm – yet shall it ever pay
Due reverence to your most sovereign eyes