Dark are your eyes
Hinting of mystery.
Silky your hair, rippling through my fingers.
Like mystic pools of the Orient,
Like pools in the gardens of an emperor
Are your eyes, alluring, beckoning to unknown depths.
Like the mystic web of the Grecian goddess
Where she spun in the garden of Olympia,
Like the mystic gold that filters through the sparkling air
Hailing the sun-rise, are your tresses.
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