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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. 31