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UPON A DYING LADY
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Matching our broken-hearted wit against her wit,
Thinking of saints and of Petronius Arbiter.
II
certain artist bring her
dolls and drawings
Bring where our Beauty lies
A new modelled doll, or drawing,
With a friend's or an enemy's
Features, or maybe showing
Her features when a trees
Of dull red hair was flowing
Over some silken dress
Cut in the Turkish fashion,
Or it may be like a boy's.
We have given the world our passion
We have naught for death but toys.
