ABSTRACT
Here, Charmian, take my bracelets, They bar with a purple stain
My arms; turn over my pillowsThey are hot where I have lain:
Open the lattice wider, A gauze o'er my bosom throw,
And let me inhale the odours That over the garden blow.
Here, Charmian, take my bracelets, They bar with a purple stain
My arms; turn over my pillowsThey are hot where I have lain:
Open the lattice wider, A gauze o'er my bosom throw,
And let me inhale the odours That over the garden blow.