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Over it the fragrant tamarind Sheds its early leaves; And the pelican's white bosom From it life receives.

Not alone to the far planets, When the sun is bright, Does it serve a clear, dark mirror, For their haunting light: But a dream of human beauty Lingers on its tide; Never yet were stars so lovely As the eyes beside.

Lovely is the Arab maiden, Leaning thoughtful there; While the languid gale of evening Lifts not her black hair. Purple is her broidered caftan; And the golden band Tells she is a chieftain's daughter In that eastern land.

Scarcely has she left her childhood, Yet a deeper trace, Than our first and careless summers, Is upon her face. On that youthful cheek is paleness; For the heart's repose Is disturbed by dreams and fancies, That deny the rose.

Touched with tender melancholy Is the youth of love, Haunted by unconscious knowledge Of its clouds above. Doth her heart call up one image, Unavowed how dear? For acknowledged hope too timid, Yet too fond for fear?