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Lean back, and press the pillow deep, / Heart's dear demesne, dear Daintiness; / Close your tired eyes, but not to sleep. / How very pale your pallor is!
You smile, your cheek's voluptuous line / Melts in your dimpled saucy cave. / Your hairbraids seem a wilful vine, / Scorning to imitate a wave.