What master out of old Japan
Wrought it so dangerous to man ...'
And here it was but natural that laughter and kisses should once more interrupt—
'Those strange blue jewels of your eyes,
Painting the lily of your face,
What goldsmith set them in their place—
Forget-me-nots of Paradise?
'And that blest river of your voice,
Whose merry silver stirs the rest
Of water-lilies in your breast ...'