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344 "O! lovely Nazarene, how choice! For an Eastern harem's pride, Those dark locks waving freely Thy crystal neck beside.

"Upon a couch of velvet, In a cloud of perfumed air, Wrapp'd in the white and flowing veil Of Mahomet's daughters fair.

"O, Lady! come to Cordova, There Sultana thou shalt be, And the Sultan there, Sultana, Shall be but a slave for thee.

"Such riches he will give thee, And such robes of Tunisine, That thou wilt judge thy beauty, To repay him for them, mean."

O! Lady of the dark head-dress! That him a kiss of thee might bless, Resign a realm Boabdil would! But I for that, fair Christian, fain Would give of heavens, and think it gain, A thousand if I only could.