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She was wearing the coral taffeta
Someone had brought her from Ispahan,
And the little gold coat with pomegranate blossoms,
And the coral-hafted feather fan;

One night as Dick lay half asleep,
Into his drowsy eyes A great still light began to creep From out the silent skies
It was the lovely moon's, for when He raised his dreamy head,
Her surge of silver filled the pane And streamed acro...