Ah! the pearls of east how famed they are
For them how many men with spears fell
Turned inside them while the thin fingers
Of blood rolled.
How many a maiden fresh and full demure
With love-looks and potion-laden full
With darting eyes and wild – she looked.
How many a modest maiden breast
Heaved at the touch of pearls of east
And when the even tinct the skies with spots of red
And the wild dusk heralded sensous night:
And when the moon shone on the bosomed sea
And when the owl called forth from the old oak
And when the clouds passed on the shadowed lake:
Then Night bedecked with pearls of east walked like a queen.
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