- As graceful as the Babylonian willow
- Bending, at noontide, over some clear stream
- In Palestine, in beauty did she seem
- Upon the cygnet-down of her soft pillow;
- And now her breast heaved like some gentle billow
- Swayed by the presence of the full round moon
- Voluptuous as the summer South at noon
- Her cheeks as rosy as the radiant dawn
- When heaven is cloudless! When she breated, the air
- Around was perfume! Timid as the fawn,
- And meeker than the dove, her soft words were
- Like gentle music heard at night, when all
- Around is still until the soul of care
- Was soothed, as noontide by some waterfall.
