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XII. In lands I never saw, they say, Immortal Alps look down, Whose bonnets touch the firmament, Whose sandals touch the town,    Meek at whose everlasting feet A myriad daisies play. Which, sir, are you, and which am I, Upon an August day? TWELVE IN LANDS I NEVER SAW THEY SAY IMMORTAL ALPS LOOK DOWN WHOSE BONNETS TOUCH THE FIRMAMENT WHOSE SANDALS TOUCH THE TOWN MEEK AT WHOSE EVERLASTING FEET A MYRIAD DAISIES PLAY WHICH SIR ARE YOU AND WHICH AM I UPON AN AUGUST DAY
 pleasanter," said she Unto the sofa opposite, "The sleet than May -- no thee!" IX. POSSESSION. Did the harebell loose her girdle To the lover bee, Would the bee the harebell hallow Much as formerly? Did the paradise, persuaded, Yield her moat of pearl, Would the Eden be an Eden, Or the earl an earl? X. A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld, -- The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies, -- Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies. XI. THE LOVERS. The rose did caper on her cheek, Her bodice rose and fell, Her pretty speech, like drunken men, Did stagger pitiful. Her fingers fumbled at her work, -- Her needle would not go; What ailed so smart a little maid It puzzled me to know, Till opposite I spied a cheek That bore another rose; Just opposite, another speech That like the drunkard goes; A vest that, like the bodice, danced To the immortal tune, -- Till those two troubled little clocks Ticked softly into one. R FOR THE POOR THE HOUSEWIFE'S GENTLE TASK HOW PLEASANTER SAID SHE UNTO THE SOFA OPPOSITE THE SLEET THAN MAY NO THEE NINE POSSESSION DID THE HAREBELL LOOSE HER GIRDLE TO THE LOVER BEE WOULD THE BEE THE HAREBELL HALLOW MUCH AS FORMERLY DID THE PARADISE PERSUADED YIELD HER MOAT OF PEARL WOULD THE EDEN BE AN EDEN OR THE EARL AN EARL TEN A CHARM INVESTS A FACE IMPERFECTLY BEHELD THE LADY DARE NOT LIFT HER VEIL FOR FEAR IT BE DISPELLED BUT PEERS BEYOND HER MESH AND WISHES AND DENIES LEST INTERVIEW ANNUL A WANT THAT IMAGE SATISFIES ELEVEN THE LOVERS THE ROSE DID CAPER ON HER CHEEK HER BODICE ROSE AND FELL HER PRETTY SPEECH LIKE DRUNKEN MEN DID STAGGER PITIFUL HER FINGERS FUMBLED AT HER WORK HER NEEDLE WOULD NOT GO WHAT AILED SO SMART A LITTLE MAID IT PUZZLED ME TO KNOW TILL OPPOSITE I SPIED A CHEEK THAT BORE ANOTHER ROSE JUST OPPOSITE ANOTHER SPEECH THAT LIKE THE DRUNKARD GOES A VEST THAT LIKE THE BODICE DANCED TO THE IMMORTAL TUNE TILL THOSE TWO TROUBLED LITTLE CLOCKS TICK'D SOFTLY INTO ONE
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