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Fair arms on which the emerald shone, And silver robe and ruby zone; And feet that seemed but made to tread Imprintless on the lily's head; Laughs like glad music, as their all Of life had been a festival. And marvelled that such mirth Could find a welcome upon earth. She had been nursed 'mid forest trees, And vineyards, birds, and flowers and bees; And little had she learnt the task To turn the false lip to a mask Of sunshine and of smiles, to hide The heart of bitterness and pride, Like those gay coloured plants that wreath Their blossoms on the snake beneath.

And suddenly the gorgeous room Was filled with music, light, and bloom; As the thrice fragrant air was filled With waters from sweet leaves distilled; As lighted up the perfumed flame Of woods that from Arabia came: And a rich sweep of music blent From every mingled instrument; And smile, and sigh, and bended brow, Greeted the dame who entered now.