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Fine woven purple linen / I bring thee from Phocaea, / That, beauty upon beauty, / A precious gift may cover / The lap where I have lain.
And a gold comb, and girdle, / And trinkets of white silver, / And gems are in my sea-chest, / Lest poor and empty-handed / Thy lover should return.
And I have brought from Tyre / A Pan-flute stained vermilion, / Wherein the gods have hidden / Love and desire and longing, / Which I shall loose for thee.