Because you are beautiful and do not tempt me, Like some who have most flagrantly, This pale blue egg to you I give. I do not trust the players upon flutes, The silver anklets and the batting eyes: For I have grown more cunning far And so my arms are linkéd with a Star, Whose faery innocence I cannot scry, Whose bosom hides a sprig of cherries white, Whose face is all the colours of the dawn. I do not trust the words upon a page Unless of honey they do taste; My library therefore, does look as if There is no cat within the house, But very ravenous a mouse; For men speak from the inside out, Whereof I can with ancient certitude attest. Do not, I beg you please, be careless with that egg: It is the only one.
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This Pale Blue Egg
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Because you are beautiful and do not tempt me, Like some who have most flagrantly, This pale blue egg to you I give. I do not trust the players upon flutes, The silver anklets and the batting eyes: For I have grown more cunning far And so my arms are linkéd with a Star, Whose faery innocence I cannot scry, Whose bosom hides a sprig of cherries white, Whose face is all the colours of the dawn. I do not trust the words upon a page Unless of honey they do taste; My library therefore, does look as if There is no cat within the house, But very ravenous a mouse; For men speak from the inside out, Whereof I can with ancient certitude attest. Do not, I beg you please, be careless with that egg: It is the only one.