For her these lines are penned, whose luminous eyes,
                 Brightly expressive as the twins of Loeda,
         Shall find her own sweet name that, nestling, lies
                 Upon this page, enwrapped from every reader.
        Search narrowly this rhyme, which holds a treasure
                 Divine a talisman an amulet
         That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure;
               The words the letters themselves. 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 understand the plot.
         Enwritten upon this page whereon are peering
               Such eager eyes, there lies, I say, perdu,
        A well‑known name, oft uttered in the hearing
                Of poets, by poets; as the name is a poets, 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 do.