A slim-necked peacock sauntered there
In a garden of lavender hues,
And you were strange with your purple hair
As you sat in your amethyst chair
With you feet in your hyacinth shoes.
Oh, the moon gave a bluish light
Through the trees in the alnd of dreams and night.
I stood behind a bush of yellow-green
And whistled a song to the dark-haired queen ...
Written by Gwendolyn Bennett (1902-1981)
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