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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 Earls distinguished face -- I had rather dwell like her Than be Duke of Exeter -- Royalty enough for me To subdue the Bumblebee. | 
