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THE ARABIAN NIGHTS.
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II.
Anight my shallop, rustling through
The low and blooméd foliage, drove
The fragrant, glistening deeps, and clove
The citronshadows in the blue:
By gardenporches on the brim,
The costly doors flung open wide,
Gold glittering through lamplight dim,
And broidered sophas on each side:
In sooth it was a goodly time,
For it was in the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid.
Anight my shallop, rustling through
The low and blooméd foliage, drove
The fragrant, glistening deeps, and clove
The citronshadows in the blue:
By gardenporches on the brim,
The costly doors flung open wide,
Gold glittering through lamplight dim,
And broidered sophas on each side:
In sooth it was a goodly time,
For it was in the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid.
III.
Often, where clearstemmed platans guard
The outlet, did I turn away
The boathead down a broad canal
From the main river sluiced, where all
The sloping of the moonlit sward
Was damaskwork, and deep inlay
Often, where clearstemmed platans guard
The outlet, did I turn away
The boathead down a broad canal
From the main river sluiced, where all
The sloping of the moonlit sward
Was damaskwork, and deep inlay
