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[From porcelain and illuminated MSS.]
Or to see it by moonlight,—when mellowly shines
The light o’er its palaces, gardens, and shrines. 285
He saw, in the wreaths she would playfully snatch
From the hedges, a glory his crown could not match. 291
Such cloud it is that now hangs over
The heart of the Imperial Lover. 295
He heeds them not—one smile of hers
Is worth a world of worshippers. 297
Fill’d with the cool, inspiring smell,
The Enchantress now begins her spell. 302
No sooner was the flowery crown
Plac’d on her head, than sleep came down. 305
That all stood hush’d and wondering,
And turn’d and look’d into the air. 315
She whispers him with laughing eyes,
“Remember, love, the Feast of Roses!” 320