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Dark are your eyes

Hinting of mystery.

Silky your hair, rippling through my fingers.

Like mystic pools of the Orient,

Like pools in the gardens of an emperor

Are your eyes, alluring, beckoning to unknown depths.

Like the mystic web of the Grecian goddess

Where she spun in the garden of Olympia,

Like the mystic gold that filters through the sparkling air

Hailing the sun-rise, are your tresses.