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Updated: May 17, 2025
Dear to him was the perfume of the bean-field at evening, and dear to him the odorous eared-spikenard that grew on the Syrian hills, and the fresh green thyme, the wine-cup's charm. The feet of his love as she walked in the garden were like lilies set upon lilies. Softer than sleep-laden poppy petals were her lips, softer than violets and as scented.
Have pity on a heart that burns i' the hell-fire of thy love, O full moon in the darkness of the night that shinest fair! Vouchsafe to me thy favours, and by the wine-cup's light To blazon forth thy beauties, henceforth, I'll never spare. A rose hath ta'en me captive, whose colours varied are, Whose charms outvie the myrtle and make its thorns despair.
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