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Rh With sound of bells vibrating loud In high Hiralda's fane; — A scene that never is forgot Enchanted forms the whole, The thoughts of which unceasing cause To beat my heart and soul. Many delicious nights, when yet My now all-frozen breast Beat warmly, have I seen those halls By youthful footsteps pressed; Fill'd with a chosen concourse gay In country dance to meet, Or light quadrille, while festive sounds The orchestras repeat: And from the gilded roofs rebound The steps, the laugh perchance And talk of happy pairs, by love United in the dance; With sound of music mix'd the while, Confused and blended o'er, As sent according echos forth From the enamell'd floor. Yet, ah! those lovely bowers along I never once have stray'd,