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 On th' Arabesq' carving of a gilded hall Wherein I sate, and on the drap'ried wall – And on my eyelids – O! the heavy light! How drowsily it weigh'd them into night! On flowers, before, and mist, and love they ran With Persian Saadi in his Gulistan: But O! that light! – I slumber'd – Death, the while, Stole o'er my senses in that lovely isle So softly that no single silken hair Awoke that slept – or knew that he was there.

"The last spot of Earth's orb I trod upon    Was a proud temple call'd the Parthenon;    More beauty clung around her column'd wall     Than ev'n thy glowing bosom beats withal,    And when old Time my wing did disenthral    Thence sprang I – as the eagle from his tower,     And years I left behind me in an hour.    What time upon her airy bounds I hung,    One half the garden of her globe was flung