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II. Still and sweet was the home that stood In the flowering depths of a Grecian wood, With the soft green light o'er its low roof spread, As if from the glow of an emerald shed, Pouring thro' lime-leaves that mingled on high, Asleep in the silence of noon's clear sky. Citrons amidst then: dark foliage glow'd, Making a gleam round the lone abode; Laurels o'erhung it, whose faintest shiver Scatter'd out rays like a glancing river; Stars of the jasmine its pillars crown'd, Vine-stalks its lattice and walls had bound, And brightly before it a fountain's play Flung showers thro' a thicket of glossy bay, To a cypress which rose in that flashing rain, Like one tall shaft of some fallen fane.

And thither Ianthis had brought his bride, And the guests were met by that fountain-side;