And smiled and leaned him in the window dim
To watch the dancing girls, who, seeing him
Began again to weave, to part, to close,
With tinkling bells and shimmer of white feet,
And she that drooped her head above a rose
Sang in the twilight, languid, slow, and sweet:
"Close-curtained rose,
Open thy petals and the dew disclose.
Hide not so long
Those crimson shades among,