  Why speak of Giamschid rubies Whence rosy starlight drips? I know a richer crimson,— The ruby of her lips. Why speak of pearls of Oman That shells of ocean sheathe? I know a purer nacre,— The white pearls of her teeth. Why tell me of the sapphires That Kings and Khalifs prize? I know a lovelier azure,— The sapphires of her eyes. Go search the far Earth over, Go search the farthest sea, You will not find a cameo Like her God carved for me. |
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