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Like timid hopes the lily shrank from sight; The rose leant as it languish'd with delight, Yet, bride-like, drooping in its crimson shame; And the anemone, whose cheek of flame Is golden, as it were the flower the sun In his noon-hour most loved to look upon.

At first the pillar'd halls were still and lone, As if some fairy palace all unknown To mortal eye or step. This was not long; Waken'd the lutes, and swell'd a burst of song, And the vast mirrors glitter'd with the crowd Of changing shapes. The young, the fair, the proud, Came thronging in; and the gay cavalier Took some fair flower from the fairest near, And gave it to the dark-eyed beauty's hand, To mark his partner for the saraband;