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 * And breathed himself: then from the closet crept,
 * Noiseless as fear in a wide wilderness
 * And over the hush'd carpet, silent, stept,

And 'tween the curtains peep'd, where, lo!—how fast she slept.


 * Made a dim, silver twilight, soft he set
 * A table, and, half anguish'd, threw thereon
 * A cloth of woven crimson, gold, and jet:—
 * O for some drowsy Morphean amulet!
 * The boisterous, midnight, festive clarion,
 * The kettle-drum, and far-heard clarionet,
 * Affray his ears, though but in dying tone:—

The hall-door shuts again, and all the noise is gone.


 * In blanched linen, smooth, and lavender'd,
 * While he from forth the closet brought a heap
 * Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd;
 * With jellies soother than the creamy curd,
 * And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon;
 * Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd
 * From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one,

From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.


 * On golden dishes and in baskets bright
 * Of wreathed silver: sumptuous they stand