This is the sanctuary br where the prettified young lady, br calm, and always ready, br fans her breasts, aglow, br elbow on the pillow, br hears the fountain’s flow: br it’s the room of Dorothea. br - The breeze and water distantly br sing their song, mingled here br with sobs to soothe the spoiled child’s fear. br From tip to toe, most thoroughly, br her delicate surfaces appear, br oiled with sweet perfumery. br - the flowers nearby swoon gracefully.