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O fleece, that foams down unto the shoulders bare! / O curls, O scents which lovely languidness exhale! / Delight! to fill this alcove's sombre atmosphere / With memories, sleeping deep within this tress of hair, / I'll wave it in the evening breezes like a veil!
The shores of Africa, and Asia's burning skies, / A world forgotten, distant, nearly dead and spent, / Within thy depths, O aromatic forest! lies. / And like to spirits floating unto melodies, / Mine own, Beloved! glides within thy sacred scent.