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The lady rising up with such an air

As Venus rose with from the wave, on them

Bent like an antelope a Paphian pair[FI]Of eyes, which put out each surrounding gem;

And raising up an arm as moonlight fair,

She signed to Baba, who first kissed the hem

Of her deep purple robe, and, speaking low,

Pointed to Juan who remained below.

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