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Standing on the hot white quay

With her hands upon her hips,

Gaily she glanced down at me,

A red rose between her lips.

As I looked up from the stern

Suddenly that rose’s red

In my blood began to burn

Till a fire was in my head,

And that hair as black as night

Up against the blazing blue,

And those jet eyes sparking bright

And that red rose slowly drew

All my very heart’s blood out:

And I followed in a spell

When she smiled and turned about—

But I caught the rose’s smell

As my lips to hers drew near:

And I paused ... and stood again

With my arms round my own dear

By a rosebush in the rain.

Vanished was that hot white quay

In a garden’s rainy gloam

As my heart came back to me

On the rose’s breath of home.