SYLPH-LIKE, all silken,
Languishing along
The velvet carpet,
A seductive song,
Soft, sympathetic,
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Promising to bless,
Hear I the music
Of a woman's dress.
Fondly, yet fearfully
Nearing the chair,
Buoyed on sweet breezes
Perfuming the air,
Rhythmically rustling,
Seeming to express
Love in distant dream-lands,
Is a woman's dress.
Lo! its murmur ceases,
Leaving me alone,
With a sigh of sorrow
Gone its tender tone;
When a brighter vision
Breaks upon the scene,
There arrayed in beauty
Stands my very queen.
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