For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,
        Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,
    Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies
        Upon the page, enwrapped from every reade
    Search narrowly the lines!— they hold a treasure
        Divine— a talisman— an amulet
    That must be worn at hear Search well the measure—
        The words— the syllables! Do not forget
    The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor
        And yet there is in this no Gordian knot
    Which one might not undo without a sabre,
        If one could merely comprehend the plo
    Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering
        Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus
    Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing
        Of poets, by poets— as the name is a poet's, too,
    Its letters, although naturally lying
        Like the knight Pinto— Mendez Ferdinando—
    Still form a synonym for Truth— Cease trying!
        You will not read the riddle,
           though you do the best you can d