I think that thou wert born for this-
To set the poet's vision burning,
To hold him in a trance of bliss,
And by sweet words to wake his yearning:
To charm him by those eyes that shine,
By that strange Eastern speech of thine,
And by thy feet-those tiny treasures!
Ah! thou wert born for languid pleasures
And glowing hours of bliss divine!
Eastern Song
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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