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And where is ? on her cheek Is there aught that of love may speak? Amid the music and perfume That, mingling, fill yon stately room A maiden sits, around her chair Stand others who, with graceful care, Bind Indian jewels in her hair. 'Tis ! on one side a stand Of dark wood from the Ethiop's land Is cover'd with all gems that deck A maiden's arm, or maiden's neck: The diamond with its veins of light, The sapphire like a summer night, The ruby rich as it had won A red gift from the setting sun, And white pearls, such as might have been A bridal offering for a queen.