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Amid the reeds I lingered
   Between desire and pain
Till evening, rosy-fingered,
   Beckoned to night again.

Yet once when sudden quiet
   Had visited the skies,
And stilled the stormy riot,
   I looked upon thine eyes.
I saw they wept and trembled
   With glittering mysteries,
But yellow clouds assembled
   Redarkening the skies.

O listless thou art lying
   In waters cool and sweet,
While I, dumb brother, dying,
   Faint in the desert heat.
Though thou dost love another,
   Still let my lips entreat:
Men call me fair, O brother,
   And women honey-sweet.

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