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In such fair spots as this, and thought I heard Sweet mingled voices uttering varied tones Of question and reply, pass on the wind, And heard soft steps upon the ground; and then The notion of bright Venus or Diana, Or goddess-nymphs, would come so vividly Into my mind, that I am almost certain Their radiant forms were near me, tho' conceal'd By subtle drapery of the ambient air. And oh, how I have long'd to look upon them! An ardent strange desire, tho' mix'd with fear. Nay, do not smile, my father: such fair sights Were seen—were often seen in ancient days; The poets tell us so. But look, the Indian roses I have foster'd Are in full bloom; and I must gather them. [Exit, eagerly. Go, gentle creature, thou art careless yet: Ah! couldst thou so remain, and still with me Be as in years gone by!—It may not be; Nor should I wish it: all things have their season: She may not now remain an old man's treasure, With all her woman's beauty grown to blossom.

The Parthian prince at such an early hour?