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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XLVII
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 I see you, Juliet, still, with your straw hat
 Loaded with vines, and with your dear pale face,
 On which those thirty years so lightly sat,
 And the white outline of your muslin dress.
 You wore a little fichu trimmed with lace
 And crossed in front, as was the fashion then,
 Bound at your waist with a broad band or sash,
 All white and fresh and virginally plain.
 There was a sound of shouting far away
 Down in the valley, as they called to us,
 And you, with hands clasped seeming still to pray
 Patience of fate, stood listening to me thus
 With heaving bosom. There a rose lay curled.
 It was the reddest rose in all the world.
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