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We will have beds which exhale odours soft, / We will have divans profound as the tomb, / And delicate plants on the ledges aloft, / Which under the bluest of skies for us bloom.
Exhausting our hearts to their last desires, / They both shall be like unto two glowing coals, / Reflecting the twofold light of their fires / Across the twin mirrors of our two souls.