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With ancient eyes I remember The sparkling rays of early morning sun Illuminating the fresh hewed stone On the Temple of Isis. The scent of incense And sweetest mystic melodies. She was the godly realm of serene and timeless beauty. A joyous intoxication of the senses Ravishing the taunted urge of my impassioned wiles. O that love In form so divine Should be thy bane And Eros loves illusion A prison And desire become thy chains. Yet ... do I love. And in that phantom swirl of myriad yearning the muses beckon Alluring me with fragrant enticements Alluring me with hungry anticipation. For in every woman's eyes I see a trace of thy fairest Isis. In every string of the harp I hear her voice O someday again I will see her Face to face... O someday Before my final come round.