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I<\/h2>\r\nLove, was it yesternoon, or years agone,\r\nYou took in yours my hands,\r\nAnd placed me close beside you on the throne\r\nOf Oriental lands?\r\n\r\nThe truant hour came back at dawn to-day,\r\nAcross the hemispheres,\r\nAnd bade my sleeping soul retrace its way\r\nThese many hundred years.\r\n\r\nAnd all my wild young life returned, and ceased\r\nThe years that lie between,\r\nWhen you were King of Egypt, and The East,\r\nAnd I was Egypt\u2019s queen.\r\n

II<\/h2>\r\nI feel again the lengths of silken gossamer enfold\r\nMy body and my limbs in robes of emerald and gold.\r\nI feel the heavy sunshine, and the weight of languid heat\r\nThat crowned the day you laid the royal jewels at my feet.\r\n\r\nYou wound my throat with jacinths, green and glist\u2019ning serpent-wise,\r\nMy hot, dark throat that pulsed beneath the ardour of your eyes;\r\nAnd centuries have failed to cool the memory of your hands\r\nThat bound about my arms those massive, pliant golden bands.\r\n\r\nYou wreathed around my wrists long ropes of coral and of jade,\r\nAnd beaten gold that clung like coils of kisses love-inlaid;\r\nAbout my naked ankles tawny topaz chains you wound,\r\nWith clasps of carven onyx, ruby-rimmed and golden bound.\r\n\r\nBut not for me the Royal Pearls to bind about my hair,\r\n\u201cPearls were too passionless,\u201d you said, for one like me to wear,\r\nI must have all the splendour, all the jewels warm as wine,\r\nBut pearls so pale and cold were meant for other flesh than mine.\r\n\r\nBut all the blood-warm beauty of the gems you thought my due\r\nWere pallid as a pearl beside the love I gave to you;\r\nO! Love of mine come back across the years that lie between,\r\nWhen you were King of Egypt\u2014Dear, and I was Egypt\u2019s Queen.","rendered":"

I<\/h2>\n

Love, was it yesternoon, or years agone,
\nYou took in yours my hands,
\nAnd placed me close beside you on the throne
\nOf Oriental lands?<\/p>\n

The truant hour came back at dawn to-day,
\nAcross the hemispheres,
\nAnd bade my sleeping soul retrace its way
\nThese many hundred years.<\/p>\n

And all my wild young life returned, and ceased
\nThe years that lie between,
\nWhen you were King of Egypt, and The East,
\nAnd I was Egypt\u2019s queen.<\/p>\n

II<\/h2>\n

I feel again the lengths of silken gossamer enfold
\nMy body and my limbs in robes of emerald and gold.
\nI feel the heavy sunshine, and the weight of languid heat
\nThat crowned the day you laid the royal jewels at my feet.<\/p>\n

You wound my throat with jacinths, green and glist\u2019ning serpent-wise,
\nMy hot, dark throat that pulsed beneath the ardour of your eyes;
\nAnd centuries have failed to cool the memory of your hands
\nThat bound about my arms those massive, pliant golden bands.<\/p>\n

You wreathed around my wrists long ropes of coral and of jade,
\nAnd beaten gold that clung like coils of kisses love-inlaid;
\nAbout my naked ankles tawny topaz chains you wound,
\nWith clasps of carven onyx, ruby-rimmed and golden bound.<\/p>\n

But not for me the Royal Pearls to bind about my hair,
\n\u201cPearls were too passionless,\u201d you said, for one like me to wear,
\nI must have all the splendour, all the jewels warm as wine,
\nBut pearls so pale and cold were meant for other flesh than mine.<\/p>\n

But all the blood-warm beauty of the gems you thought my due
\nWere pallid as a pearl beside the love I gave to you;
\nO! Love of mine come back across the years that lie between,
\nWhen you were King of Egypt\u2014Dear, and I was Egypt\u2019s Queen.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":251,"menu_order":12,"template":"","meta":{"pb_show_title":"on","pb_short_title":"","pb_subtitle":"","pb_authors":[],"pb_section_license":""},"chapter-type":[48],"contributor":[],"license":[],"class_list":["post-237","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry","chapter-type-numberless"],"part":209,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/237","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/251"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/237\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":353,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/237\/revisions\/353"}],"part":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/parts\/209"}],"metadata":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/237\/metadata\/"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=237"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"chapter-type","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapter-type?post=237"},{"taxonomy":"contributor","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/contributor?post=237"},{"taxonomy":"license","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/license?post=237"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}