THERE's a pallor of Eastern perfume hangs in your heavy hair;
There's a vision of fleet-winged corsairs cleaving the morning air;
They dance and wave in the meshes and flash in the pallid gleam,
As the waters flash in the sunlight, and billow about their beam.
There are lines of lazy camels pacing the sandy plain,
With the drowsy shout of the drivers urging them on amain;
While the yellow rays of the sunset burnish the winding maze,
Till driver, camel, and caravan fade in the golden haze.
There's a smell of myrrh and acacia, while serpents all glittering glide
Through the depths of your tortuous tresses flashing the sun from their side.
There are drops of red wine, drunk with sweetness,
that dampen the curl on your brow,
And the vine-leaf is twined o'er your temples 'neath the blaze of the pine-tree bough.
There is velvet, all crimson and golden, worked by a captive prince,
And visions of ebon and ivory, and visions of dolphin tints.
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