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, never more the flowers will stoop Beneath her fairy feet; The myrtle with its bloom may droop, But not above her seat; And no more will that fountain glass The image of Gulnare— How softly would that shadow pass When noon was shining there!

How well the echoes used to know The music of her lute! The wind amid the leaves may blow, But those sweet tones are mute. The place is now an alter'd place, And not what it has been;— It was the beauty of her face Gave beauty to the scene.