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 Who dances, wondering what they mean, And gives cold kisses, and scant replies. They talk of Love, she withholds the name,— (Love came to her as a Flame of Fire!) From things that are only a weary shame; Trivial Vanity;—light Desire. Ahi, Yasmini, the light Desire!

Yasmini bends to the praise of men, And looks in the mirror, upon her hand, To curse the beauty that failed her then— Ah, none of her lovers can understand! How her whole life hung on that beauty's power, The spell that waned at the final test, The charm that paled in the vital hour,— Which won so many,—yet lost the best! Ahi, Yasmini, who lost the best!

She leaves the dancing to reach the roof, With the lover who claims the passing hour, Her lips are his, but her eyes aloof While the starlight falls in a silver shower. Let him take what pleasure, what love, he may, He, too, will suffer e'er life be spent,— But Yasmini's soul has wandered away To join the Lover, who came,—and went! Ahi, Yasmini, He came,—and went!

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