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 Why should I wake the jewelled lords With offerings or vows, Who wear the glory of your love Like a jewel on my brows?



My sisters sang at evenfall A hymn of ancient rites, And kindled rows of silver lamps For the Festival of Lights. . . . But I leaned against the lattice-door To watch the kindling skies, And praised the gracious gods, Beloved, For the beauty of your eyes.

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