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summer sun looks laughing through the bough Thick with the clustering leaves; a thousand flowers Open their bright eyes to the fanning wind; Songs are upon the air—a general song, Many in one—the linnet and the thrush Join with the blackbird in sweet unison. All places are now fair, but far most fair Is a lone garden by the river's side— A garden of the ancient times, adorned With quaint devices; branches cut in shapes Of courtly fashion; and with terraces Where foreign plants are ranged, and greenhouse flowers: The white camelia in soft ivory carved— The cactus, like a shining serpent, wreathed With a red crown of rubies—orange trees With small gold fruits, and buds that are like snow. On such a terrace stands the maiden here: