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- why I have your heart selected,
- and established, so to speak,
- there my being's Caliphate?
- All your longings shall be mine.
- I'm an autocrat in passion!
- You shall live for me alone.
- I'll be he who shall enthrall
- you like gold and precious stones.
- Should we part, then life is over,-
- that is, your life, nota bene!
- Every inch and fibre of you,
- will-less, without yea or nay,
- I must know filled full of me.
- Midnight beauties of your tresses,
- all that's lovely to be named,
- shall, like Babylonian gardens,
- tempt your Sultan to his tryst.
- After all, I don't complain, then,
- of your empty forehead-vault.
- With a soul, one's oft absorbed in
- contemplation of oneself.
- Listen, while we're on the subject,-
- if you like it, faith, you shall
- have a ring about your ankle:-
- 'twill be best for both of us.
- I will be your soul by proxy;
- for the rest-why, status quo.
- [ANITRA snores.]
- What! She sleeps! Then has it glided
- bootless past her, all I've said?-
- No; it marks my influence o'er her
- that she floats away in dreams
- on my love-talk as it flows.
- [Rises, and lays trinkets in her lap.]
- Here are jewels! Here are more!
- Sleep, Anitra! Dream of Peer-.
- Sleep! In sleeping, you the crown have
- placed