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the night-wind bloweth From the gardens round, Where the clear Barrada floweth With a lulling sound.

Not the lute note’s sweet shiver Can such music find, As is on a wandering river, On a wandering wind.

There the Moslem leaneth, dreaming

The Cafés of the kind represented in the plate are perhaps the greatest luxury that a stranger finds in Damascus. Gardens, kiosques, fountains, and groves are abundant around every Eastern capital; but Cafés on the very bosom of a rapid river, and bathed by its waves, are peculiar to this ancient city: they are formed so as to exclude the rays of the sun while they admit the breeze.