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HAT is there that the world hath not Gathered in yon enchanted spot? Where, pale, and with a languid eye, The fair Sultana listlessly Leans on her silken couch, and dreams Of mountain airs, and mountain streams. Sweet though the music float around, It wants the old familiar sound; And fragrant though the flowers are breathing, From far and near together wreathing, They are not those she used to wear, Upon the midnight of her hair.—