II

With passion eating at his heart

He served her beauty, but dared dart

No amorous glance, nor word impart.--

Taïfi leather's perfumed tan

Beneath her, on a low divan

She lay 'mid cushions stuffed with down:

A slave-girl with an ostrich fan

Sat by her in a golden gown.

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