The black queen of the south
How warm her flanks
And yet her teeth
How white are they!
The black queen of the south
No scepter in her hand she holds
And yet in her transparent veils
She rules as from a throne.
The black queen of the south
Is rare as eastern pearls:
And like a jewel shines at night
When nightingales sing.
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