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 More jewelries than one could name or know, Set in a thousand trinkets or in crowns Each one a sovereignty, in glittering row Numbered the suppliant lands and all her thrones.

And fairest handmaidens in gracious rank, Their captive arms enchained with links of gold, Knelt and poured forth the purple wine she drank, Or served her there in postures manifold.

And beaded women of a yellow Ind Stood at the couch, with bended hand to ply Great silver feathered fans wherein the wind Gat all the choicest fumes of Araby.

There in the midst, of shape uncouth and hard, Juggled his arts some Ethiopian churl; Changing fierce natures of the spotted pard Or serpents of the Nile that creep and curl.

And many a minstrelsy of voice and string, Twining sweet sounds like tendrils delicate, Seemed to ensnare the moments—seemed to cling Upon their pleasure all interminate.