Are in her presence hovering.
Yet I still murmur helplessly,
Senorita mia.
Come, fairy dress, enrich my verse,
Black, graceful; black, a woman's hue,
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Her sanctum. Through the flowery shade
Of gauze the soft skin sunlight made;
Last gleamed a locket of pale blue,
Senorita mia.
The neck held lovingly by lace
Bends with a winning curve; two white
And slender-wristed hands entwine;
Thence to the floor the noble line
Of black betrays the perfect height,
Senorita mia.
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