Isabella; Or, The Pot of Basil
XVIII.

John Keats

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How was it these same ledger-men could spy

Fair Isabella in her downy nest?

How could they find out in Lorenzo's eye

A straying from his toil? Hot Egypt's pest

Into their vision covetous and sly!

How could these money-bags see east and west?-

Yet so they did- and every dealer fair

Must see behind, as doth the hunted hare.

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