POTIPHAR'S WIFE
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X.
The forty carven columns round about
Showed each some master-piece of subtle craft:
A musk-deer here, in river-reeds, breathes out
The very musk-scent from him: there, a waft
Of bulrush-heads to the quick current bend,
And the slow crocodiles to dry land wend
The forty carven columns round about
Showed each some master-piece of subtle craft:
A musk-deer here, in river-reeds, breathes out
The very musk-scent from him: there, a waft
Of bulrush-heads to the quick current bend,
And the slow crocodiles to dry land wend
XI.
Sunning wet scales. And, next, a gray fox watched—
In syenite—doves on a tamarisk-tree
Done out of a green rock. Wings and necks were matched
In lazulite and moonstone—fair to see!
Midway a dais mounted to a bed
Of pearl and ebony, with soft cloths spread.
Sunning wet scales. And, next, a gray fox watched—
In syenite—doves on a tamarisk-tree
Done out of a green rock. Wings and necks were matched
In lazulite and moonstone—fair to see!
Midway a dais mounted to a bed
Of pearl and ebony, with soft cloths spread.
XII.
Upon the alcove there, and all around
Love tales were pictured: some swart lady wooed
Upon the alcove there, and all around
Love tales were pictured: some swart lady wooed
