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And last the elephant came, whose tower Held the Lord of this pomp and power: And round that chariot of his pride, Like chains of white sea-pearls, Of braids enwove of summer flowers, Glided fair dancing girls; And as the rose-leaves fall to earth, Their light feet touched the ground,— But for the zone of silver bells You had not heard a sound, As, scattering flowers o'er the way, Danced round the beautiful array. But there was one who 'mid them shone, A planet lovely and alone, A rose, one flower amid many, But still the loveliest of any: Though fair her arm as the moonlight, Others might raise an arm as white; Though light her feet as music's fall, Others might be as musical: But where were such dark eyes as hers? So tender, yet withal so bright, As the dark orbs had in their smile Mingled the light of day and night.