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SENORITA
An agate black, her roguish eyes
Claim no proud lineage of the skies,
No starry blue; but of good earth
The reckless witchery and mirth.
Claim no proud lineage of the skies,
No starry blue; but of good earth
The reckless witchery and mirth.
Looped in her raven hair's repose,
A hot aroma, one red rose
Droops; envious of that loveliness,
Through being near which, its is less.
A hot aroma, one red rose
Droops; envious of that loveliness,
Through being near which, its is less.
Twin sea-shells hung with pearls, her ears;
Whose delicate rosiness appears
Part of the pearls; whose pallid fire
Binds the attention these inspire.
Whose delicate rosiness appears
Part of the pearls; whose pallid fire
Binds the attention these inspire.
One slim hand crumples up the lace
About her bosom's swelling grace;
A ruby at her samite throat
Lends the required color-note.
About her bosom's swelling grace;
A ruby at her samite throat
Lends the required color-note.
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The moon brings up the violet night
An urn of pearly-chaliced light;
And from the dark-railed balcony
She stoops and waves her fan at me.
An urn of pearly-chaliced light;
And from the dark-railed balcony
She stoops and waves her fan at me.
O'er orange blossoms and the rose
Vague, odorous lips the South Wind blows,
Peopling the night with whispers of
Romance and palely passionate love.
Vague, odorous lips the South Wind blows,
Peopling the night with whispers of
Romance and palely passionate love.
And now she speaks; and seems to reach
My soul like song that learned its speech
From some dim instrument—who knows?—
Or flow'r, a dulcimer or rose.
My soul like song that learned its speech
From some dim instrument—who knows?—
Or flow'r, a dulcimer or rose.
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