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 Amid the reeds I lingered
 * Between desire and pain

Till evening, rosy-fingered,
 * Beckoned to night again.

Yet once when sudden quiet
 * Had visited the skies,

And stilled the stormy riot,
 * I looked upon thine eyes.

I saw they wept and trembled
 * With glittering mysteries,

But yellow clouds assembled
 * Redarkening the skies.

O listless thou art lying
 * In waters cool and sweet,

While I, dumb brother, dying,
 * Faint in the desert heat.

Though thou dost love another,
 * Still let my lips entreat:

Men call me fair, O brother,
 * And women honey-sweet.