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With pearly robes that wave within the wind, / Even when she walks, she seems to dance, / Like swaying serpents round those wands entwined / Which fakirs ware in rhythmic elegance.
So like the desert's Blue, and the sands remote, / Both, deaf to mortal suffering and to strife, / Or like the sea-weeds 'neath the waves that float, / Indifferently she moulds her budding life.