Sol 5.6

  1. He bewitches the heart with a cheek

    that has left the rose no worth—

  2. as when you write in musk

    a half-verse upon camphor.

  3. And cheek-down that enchants the lover,

    though it knows no sorcery,

  4. and a temple-lock curling across the cheek

    as the figure ten is formed.

  5. Whenever my night grew dark,

    your face was dawn to me.

Sol 5.6