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The jasmines mantling wreaths were hung Upon the trelliced arch, and high The rose its rich red clusters flung Mid that star-cinctured tapestry. 'Twas evening, and a silvery ray Beamed from the bright and full orbed moon, Which sailing on her heaven-ward way, Shone broadly on that fair saloon.

The lattice wide, as if for air, Was open thrown—and faint and weak, A form was seen reposing there, With eyelids closed and pallid cheek— Upon a velvet couch she lay, But not to her a couch of rest; Her long dark hair in disarray, Her white arms folded o'er her breast.