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SCENE II. Hangs each a pearl in the pale flowers Of the green laurel blown anew, And bends, and then fades silently, One frail and fair anemone; Or when some star of many a one That climbs and wanders thro' steep night, Has found the cleft thro' which alone Beams fall from high those depths upon,-- Ere it is borne away, away, By the swift Heavens that cannot stay, It scatters drops of golden light, Like lines of rain that ne'er unite; And the gloom divine is all around; And underneath is the mossy ground.

There the voluptuous nightingales, Are awake thro' all the broad noon day: When one with bliss or sadness fails, And thro' the windless ivy-boughs, Sick with sweet love, droops dying away On its mate's music-panting bosom; Another from the swinging blossom, Watching to catch the languid close