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A Harmony / Her ivory hands on the ivory keys / Strayed in a fitful fantasy, / Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees / Rustle their pale leaves listlessly, / Or the drifting foam of a restless sea / When the waves show their teeth in the flying breeze.
Her gold hair fell on the wall of gold / Like the delicate gossamer tangles spun / On the burnished disk of the marigold, / Or the sunflower turning to meet the sun / When the gloom of the dark blue night is done, / And the spear of the lily is aureoled.
And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine / Burned like the ruby fire set / In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine, / Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate, / Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet / With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.