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In a country perfumed with the sun's embrace, / I knew 'neath a dais of purpled palms, / And branches where idleness weeps o'er one's face, / A Creolean lady of unknown charms.
Her tint, pale and warm -- this bewitching bride, / Displays a nobly nurtured mien, / Courageous and grand like a huntsman, her stride; / A tranquil smile and eyes serene.