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 —But lo, he came between the whiles she sighed; Scarce the wave murmurs troubling,—lo, most dear, His galley, with the oars all softly plied, Warned her with music distant, and drew near.

And on that night—for present,—he did bring A pearl; and gave it her with kissing sweet: "Would half the Roman empires were this thing," He said, "that I might lay them at your feet."

Fairly then moved the magic all arrayed About that fragrant feast; in every part The soft Egyptian spells did lend their aid To work some strange enamouring of the heart.

It was her whim to show him on that night All she was queen of; like a perfect dream, Wherein there should be gathered in one sight The gold of many lives, as it might seem

Spent and lived through at once,—so she made pass A splendid pageantry of all her East Beauteous and captive,—so she did amass The richness of each land in that one feast.