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Then stole I up, and trancedly

Gazed on the Persian girl alone,

Serene with argentlidded eyes

Amorous, and lashes like to rays

Of darkness, and a brow of pearl

Tresséd with redolent ebony,

In many a dark delicious curl,

Flowing below her rosehued zone;

The sweetest lady of the time,

Well worthy of the golden prime

Of good Haroun Alraschid.