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There is a princess in the South / About whose beauty rumors hum / Like honey-bees about the mouth / Of roses dewdrops falter from; / And O her hair is like the fine / Clear amber of a jostled wine / In tropic revels; and her eyes / Are blue as rifts of Paradise.
Such beauty as may none before / Kneel daringly, to kiss the tips / Of fingers such as knights of yore / Had died to lift against their lips: / Such eyes as might the eyes of gold / Of all the stars of night behold / With glittering envy, and so glare / In dazzling splendor of despair.