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Over gold carvings and the purple fall Of tapestry; and around each stately hall Were statues, pale and finely shaped and fair, As if all beauty save her life were there; And, like light clouds floating around each room, The censers roll'd their volumes of perfume; And scented waters mingled with the breath Of flowers, which died as if they joy’d in death; And the white vases, white as mountain snow, Look'd yet more delicate in the rich glow Of summer blossoms hanging o'er each side, Like sunset reddening o'er a silver tide. There was the tulip with its rainbow globe; And like the broidery on a silken robe Made for the beauty's festal midnight hours, The sparkling jessamine shook its silver showers;