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Undazzled,—this is darkness,—when I close
These lids, I see far fiercer brilliancies,—
Skies full of splendid moons, and shooting stars,
And spouting exhalations, diamond fires,
And panting fountains quivering with deep glows.
Yes—this is dark—is it not dark?

 Sigifred.My Lord,
Tis late; the lights of festival are ever
Quench'd in the morn.

 Ludolph.'Tis not to-morrow then?

 Sigifred. 'Tis early dawn.

 Gersa.Indeed full time we slept;
Say you so, Prince?

 Ludolph.I say I quarrell'd with you,
We did not tilt each other,—that's a blessing,—
Good gods! no innocent blood upon my head!

 Sigifred. Retire, Gersa!

 Ludolph.There should be three more here:
For two of them, they stay away perhaps,
Being gloomy-minded, haters of fair revels,—
They know their own thoughts best.
As for the third,
Deep blue eyes, semi-shaded in white lids,
Finish'd with lashes fine for more soft shade,
Completed by her twin-arch'd ebon-brows;
White temples, of exactest elegance,
Of even mould, felicitous and smooth;
Cheeks fashion'd tenderly on either side,
So perfect, so divine, that our poor eyes
Are dazzled with the sweet proportioning,
And wonder that 'tis so,—the magic chance!
Her nostrils, small, fragrant, fairy-delicate;