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 His bow-string slacken'd, languid Love, Leaning his cheek upon his hand, Droops both his wings, regarding thee, And so would languish evermore, Serene, imperial Eleänore.

But when I see thee roam, with tresses unconfined, While the amorous odorous wind Breathes low between the sunset and the moon Or, in a shadowy saloon, On silken cushions half reclined, I watch thy grace; and in its place My heart a charmed slumber keeps, While I muse upon thy face; And a languid fire creeps Thro' my veins to all my frame, Dissolvingly and slowly: soon From thy rose-red lips name Floweth; and then, as in a swoon, With dinning sound my ears are rife, My tremulous tongue faltereth,