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For her this
rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,
Brightly
expressive as the twins of Loeda,
Shall find her own
sweet name, that, nestling lies
Upon the page,
enwrapped from every reader.
Search narrowly the
lines! -- they hold a treasure
Divine -- a
talisman -- an amulet
That must be worn at heart.
Search well the measure --
The words -- the
syllables! Do not forget
The trivialest point, or you
may lose your labor!
And yet there is in this no
Gordian knot
Which one might not undo without a
sabre,
If one could merely comprehend the plot.
Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering
Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus
Three
eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing
Of
poets, by poets -- as the name is a poet's, too.
Its
letters, although naturally lying
Like the knight
Pinto -- Mendez Ferdinando --
Still form a synonym
for Truth -- Cease trying!
You will not read the
riddle, though you do the best you can do.
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