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At every pelhourinho's ledge Faces to set my teeth on edge — Gray gossips, like a dusty hedge. Whisper and crackle.
I lean at Alcobaca, dim
Wth fig-leaves twisted round its rim.
Pauses a slim
Tall maid. Her name? — ^A Latin hymn,
Gloria da Madre de Deus;
A white-rose face dipped tremulous —
A profile carved as nobly clear
As love-child of Aurelius.
White-clad, barefoot and straight she stood. Vase-bearing nymph ripe to be wooed In some delicious interlude.
What need now to remember more? — The tiled and twisted fountain's pour. The vase forgotten on the floor, The white street ending in her door;
Her head, a dark flower on a stem;
Her diadem
Of heavy hair, the Moorish low estalegem;
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