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Days pass, yet still Zilara’s song Beguiled the fair Sultana’s hours As the wind bears some bird along Over the haunted orange bowers. ’Twas as till then she had not known How much her heart had for its own, And Murad’s image seemed more dear, These higher chords of feeling strung; And love shone brighter for the shade That others’ sorrows round it flung.

It was one sultry noon, yet sweet