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You are beautiful and faded
<u>Like an old opera tune (</u>simile<u>)</u>
Played upon a harpsichord;
<u>Or like the sun-flooded silks</u> (simile)
Of an eighteenth-century boudoir1.
In your eyes
<u>Smoulder the fallen roses of outlived minutes</u>, (personification)
<u>And the perfume of your soul</u> (metaphor)
Is vague and suffusing2,
With the pungence of sealed spice-jars.
Your half-tones delight me,
<u>And I grow mad with gazing</u> (hyperbole)
At your blent colors.
<u>My vigor3 is a new-minted penny</u>, (metaphor)
Which I cast at your feet.
Gather it up from the dust,
That its sparkle may amuse you.
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