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XLVIII

Fine woven purple linen

I bring thee from Phocaea,

That, beauty upon beauty,

A precious gift may cover

The lap where I have lain. 5

And a gold comb, and girdle,

And trinkets of white silver,

And gems are in my sea-chest,

Lest poor and empty-handed

Thy lover should return. 10

And I have brought from Tyre

A Pan-flute stained vermilion,

Wherein the gods have hidden

Love and desire and longing,

Which I shall loose for thee. 15