Like the perfume in the petals of a rose, Hides thy heart within my bosom, O my love！ Like a garland, like a jewel, like a dove That hangs its nest in the asoka-tree. Lie still, O love, until the morning sows Her tents of gold on fields of ivory.
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Like the perfume in the petals of a rose, Hides thy heart within my bosom, O my love！ Like a garland, like a jewel, like a dove That hangs its nest in the asoka-tree. Lie still, O love, until the morning sows Her tents of gold on fields of ivory.