You walked into the hall and time did stop;
Sharp voices stalled abruptly in the room,
There every mind absolved of every thought
Save one that your sweet visage now did own.
Oh beauty rare that with this silent power
Holds rapt harsh eyes that every face did glaze,
Disparaging oft with look disdained and dour
Now rigored quite in silent dumbstruck praise.
What pleasure so to see the haughty slain,
Fair beauty’s boot upon those pompous throats
That from thick scrags that thin blue blood might stain
Prinked ruffles that the darkest hearts do cloak;
But then you flashed a smile to souls astound —
And in an instant razed them to the ground.
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