An Oriental Night
Above, the opulent glory of the moon On roof and wall and Boarlng minaret; Below, long shadows, etched in gold and jet, And in the dim rose gardens the sweet boon Of nightingalea that ever sing in tune; Far off, a zither's treble and the fret Of a clear fount amid the oitrons set, Keyedto the southwind's immemorial croonend so till slumber kisses simt the eyes. Sooth, is it strange that in the vale of dreams Vision on glorious visiĆ³n should arise- Faces and forms and fields and crystal streams, Enrapturing glimpsea and enthralling gleam Of what the prophet pietures a paradisel
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