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Desert wells by tall palms shaded,
 Where dusky camels drink;
While dark-eyed Arab maidens
 Fill their pitchers at the brink.

And secluded convent chapels,
 Where veiled nuns kneel to pray,
With a dim light streaming o'er them
 Through arches quaint and gray,
While down the long and winding aisles
 Low music dies away.

There is a starry twilight
 Of the soul, as sadly fair,
When our wild emotions are at rest,
 Like the pale nuns at prayer;
And our griefs are hushed like sleepers,
 And put off the robes of care.