Best of thy dark and bright dazzled me,
As thou passed me the other day.
Ladies, who've favored me with attentions,
Their ilk suddenly trivial, their faces ugly,
Masks of colorful pretensions.
Esteemed gentlewomen of reputed Halls,
Dwarfed in thy comparison,
Dwarfed to mere wax dolls.
Thine eyes, with long-lash curtains half-down,
Thy hair, mistaken for dark night,
Done, undone, natural for the crown.
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