Away…
Round her in the air
The swaying palm trees nod their tufted plumes,
And Eastern blossoms, drunk with eastern bloom,
Fling perfume from their honeyed chalices.Attributed to Miss Ticknor, from Harriet Hosmer: Letters and Memories, Zenobia Queen of Palmyre
Warwick Goble: Zenobia, Queen of Palymria
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