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 1     I|      as comes the springtime face of day,~ And procreant gales
 2     I|     mortals with her hideous face -~ A Greek it was who first
 3     I|     winds infuriate lash our face and frame,~ Unseen, and
 4    II|    amain~ They leap asunder, face to face: not strange -~
 5    II|   They leap asunder, face to face: not strange -~ Being most
 6    II|    All live their lives with face and form unlike,~ Keeping
 7   III|  tranquil breast, the serene face.~ But more of hot have they
 8    IV|       because~ Unto whatever face of things we turn~ The mirror,
 9    IV| raving lions,~ They dare not face and gaze upon the cock~
10    IV|  form -~ Tidings of glorious face and lovely bloom,~ Which
11    IV|  bread.~ But, lo, from human face and lovely bloom~ Naught
12    IV|      at another,~ And in her face sees traces of a laugh.~ ~
13    IV|      the whole.~ But let her face possess what charm ye will,~
14     V| these they'd rend across the face;~ And others unwitting from
15    VI|      are seen the colour and face of men~ Vastly to disagree,