All as that moth call'd Underwing, alighted

All as that moth call'd Underwing, alighted,
Pacing and turning, so by slips discloses
Her sober simple coverlid underplighted┬░
To colour as smooth and fresh as cheeks of roses,
Her showy leaves staid watchet counterfoiling
Her showy leaves with gentle watchet foiling
Even so my thought the rose and grey disposes
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