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THE ARABIAN NIGHTS.
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VIII.
Blackgreen the gardenbowers and grots
Slumbered: the solemn palms were ranged
Above, unwooed of summer wind.
A sudden splendour from behind
Flushed all the leaves with rich goldgreen,
And flowing rapidly between
Their interspaces, counterchanged
The level lake with diamondplots
Of saffron light. A lovely time,
For it was in the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid!
Blackgreen the gardenbowers and grots
Slumbered: the solemn palms were ranged
Above, unwooed of summer wind.
A sudden splendour from behind
Flushed all the leaves with rich goldgreen,
And flowing rapidly between
Their interspaces, counterchanged
The level lake with diamondplots
Of saffron light. A lovely time,
For it was in the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid!
IX.
Darkblue the deep sphere overhead,
Distinct with vivid stars unrayed,
Grew darker from that underflame;
So, leaping lightly from the boat,
With silver anchor left afloat,
In marvel whence that glory came
Darkblue the deep sphere overhead,
Distinct with vivid stars unrayed,
Grew darker from that underflame;
So, leaping lightly from the boat,
With silver anchor left afloat,
In marvel whence that glory came
