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For in a palace of the land that night, Lamps, and fresh roses, and green leaves were hung, And from the painted walls a stream of light On flying forms beneath soft splendour flung: But loveliest far amidst the revel's pride Was one, the lady from the Danube-side.7

Pauline, the meekly bright!—tho' now no more Her clear eye flash'd with youth's all tameless glee, Yet something holier than its dayspring wore, There in soft rest lay beautiful to see; A charm with graver, tenderer, sweetness fraught— The blending of deep love and matron thought.

Thro' the gay throng she moved, serenely fair, And such calm joy as fills a moonlight sky, Sate on her brow beneath its graceful hair, As her young daughter in the dance went by, With the fleet step of one that yet hath known Smiles and kind voices in this world alone.