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Here is the chamber consecrate, / Wherein this maiden delicate, / And enigmatically sedate,
Fans herself while the moments creep, / Upon her cushions half-asleep, / And hears the fountains plash and weep.
Dorothy's chamber undefiled. / The winds and waters sing afar / Their song of sighing strange and wild / To lull to sleep the petted child.
From head to foot with subtle care, / Slaves have perfumed her delicate skin / With odorous oils and benzoin. / And flowers faint in a corner there.