| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1024. The Bayadere |
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| NEAR strange, weird temples, where the Ganges’ tide | |
| Bathes domed Lahore, I watched, by spice-trees fanned, | |
| Her agile form in some quaint saraband, | |
| A marvel of passionate chastity and pride. | |
| Nude to the loins, superb and leopard-eyed, | 5 |
| With fragrant roses in her jewelled hand, | |
| Before some Kaât-drunk Rajah, mute and grand, | |
| Her flexile body bends, her white feet glide. | |
| The dull Kinoors throb one monotonous tune, | |
| And wail with zeal as in a hasheesh trance; | 10 |
| Her scintillant eyes in vague, ecstatic charm | |
| Burn like black stars below the Orient moon, | |
| While the suave, dreamy languor of the dance | |
| Lulls the grim, drowsy cobra on her arm. | |
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