"A Charade" by David Mamet

[Lizzie]

A piece of paper
Which appeared to be blank
But on which we see
Writing had faded.
"My first is of the
Possessive of those
Given to possession.
And my last, the finality
Of that proposition.
In entirety I give
That which in three worlds doth live.
Ungainly in the two;
In all, long-legged beauty,
Much as you."
Upon the paper which had come to fade
We strain to see
An ancient charade.
Can you decipher me?

from Ploughshares

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Nope, I got nothin.' Help?