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232 In twisted threads, with pearls and gold The embroidery and fringe. Her head-dress than the snow appeared Ev'n whiter to behold, And covering o'er the fine clear lawn Her long dark tresses rolPd. Her face was heavenly, and her neck Divine, but in their hue Like wax, the colour which fear paints, And long-known sorrow too. Her eyes were like two beaming suns Beneath their lashes tall, Where shone two precious pearly drops As ready down to fall. She was a lily fair, whom death Was rudely threatening seen, For a corroding worm the heart Was tearing deep within. Now in her thin pale hands, convulsed It seems with fear or doubt, Her kerchief white, of bordered lace And points, she twists about; Or with absorb'd distracted mien She agitates the air, With fan, whose feathers Araby Had sent, the choicest there.