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Pigmy seraphs-gone astray-
Velvet people from Vevay-
Balles from some lost summer day-
Bees exclusive Coterie-
Paris could not lay the fold
Belted down with Emerald-
Venice could not show a check
Of a tint so lustrous meek-
Never such an Ambuscade
As of briar and leaf displayed
For my little damask maid-

I had rather wear her grace
Than an Earl's distinguished face-
I had rather dwell like her
Than be “Duke of Exeter”-
Royalty enough for me
To subdue the Bumblebee.