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A CAMEO.
Why speak of Giamschid rubies
Whence rosy starlight drips?
I know a richer crimson,—
The ruby of her lips.
Whence rosy starlight drips?
I know a richer crimson,—
The ruby of her lips.
Why speak of pearls of Oman
That shells of ocean sheathe?
I know a purer nacre,—
The white pearls of her teeth.
That shells of ocean sheathe?
I know a purer nacre,—
The white pearls of her teeth.
Why tell me of the sapphires
That Kings and Khalifs prize?
I know a lovelier azure,—
The sapphires of her eyes.
That Kings and Khalifs prize?
I know a lovelier azure,—
The sapphires of her eyes.
Go search the far Earth over,
Go search the farthest sea,
You will not find a cameo
Like her God carved for me.
Go search the farthest sea,
You will not find a cameo
Like her God carved for me.
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