Bird Of Paradise

WITH sapphire for her crown,
And with the Libyan wine
For lustre of her eyes;
With azure on her feet
As though she trod the skies;
Then iris for her vest,
Rose, ebony, and flame
(The bird that Camoens
Won for his golden lay),
She lives a thing enthralled.
In forests that are old,
As old as is the Moon.

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You sure know your words Dr
Well Doc, I think you may have yielded to temptation here by giving yourself a 9. Am I right or am I right? Let me know if you want to know my verdict. H