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/ I. Beyond lost seas of summer she / Dwelt on an island of the sea, / Last scion of that dynasty, / Queen of a race forgotten long. -- / With eyes of light and lips of song, / From seaward groves of blowing lemon, / She called me in her native tongue, / Low-leaned on some rich robe of Yemen.
/ II. I was a king. Three moons we drove / Across green gulfs, the crimson clove / And cassia spiced, to claim her love. / Packed was my barque with gums and gold; / Rich fabrics; sandalwood, grown old / With odor; gems; and pearls of Oman, -- / Than her white breasts less white and cold; -- / And myrrh, less fragrant than this woman.