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The stars that round the Queen of Night

Like maids attend her

Hide as in veils of mist their light

When she, in full-orbed glory bright,

O'er all the earth shines from her height,

A silver splendour.

I've a garden, a garden of dreams,

Where the cool breeze whispering sways

Softly the apple-sprays,

And from leaves that shimmer and quiver

Down on mine eyelids streams

A slumber-river.

Come, Queen of Cyprus, come to me!

Float hither from thy Paphian home;

From the all-welcoming haven come

To me, to my maid-friends and thine!