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 longer need hath she of loveliness Whom Death has parted from her lord's caress? Of glimmering robes like rainbow-tangled mist, Of gleaming glass or jewels on her wrist, Blossoms or fillet-pearls to deck her head, Or jasmine garlands to adorn her bed?

Put by the mirror of her bridal days. . . . Why needs she now its counsel or its praise, Or happy symbol of the henna leaf For hands that know the comradeship of grief, Red spices for her lips that drink of sighs, Or black collyrium for her weeping eyes?

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