<h3><SPAN name="Sonnet_XXVIII" id="Sonnet_XXVIII"></SPAN>Sonnet XXVIII</h3>
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With pearly robes that wave within the wind,<br/>
Even when she walks, she seems to dance,<br/>
Like swaying serpents round those wands entwined<br/>
Which fakirs ware in rhythmic elegance.<br/>
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So like the desert's Blue, and the sands remote,<br/>
Both, deaf to mortal suffering and to strife,<br/>
Or like the sea-weeds 'neath the waves that float,<br/>
Indifferently she moulds her budding life.<br/>
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Her polished eyes are made of minerals bright,<br/>
And in her mien, symbolical and cold,<br/>
Wherein an angel mingles with a sphinx of old,<br/>
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Where all is gold, and steel, and gems, and light,<br/>
There shines, just like a useless star eternally,<br/>
The sterile woman's frigid majesty.<br/></p>
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