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THE BAYADERE.
"And then, from thy earth-stains purified,
"In my star and my hall shalt thou reign my bride."
It was an evening soft and fair,
As surely those in Eden are,
When, bearing spoils of leaf and flower,
Entered the Bayadere her bower;
Her love lay sleeping, as she thought,
And playfully a bunch she caught
Of azure hyacinth bells, and o'er
His face she let the blossoms fall:
"Why I am jealous of thy dreams,
"Awaken at thy Aza's call."
No answer came from him whose tone
Had been the echo of her own.
