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A saffron-light around them play'd, As eve's last cloud with them delay'd; Such tints, when gazing from afar, The dazed eye sees in midnight star. They scatter'd flowers, and the stream Grew like a garden, each small billow Shining with the crimson gleam The young rose flung upon its pillow; And from their hands, and from their hair, Blossoms and odours fill'd the air; And some of them bore wreathed shells, Blush-dyed, from their coral cells, Whence the gale at twilight brought The earliest lesson music caught: And gave they now the sweetest tone, That unto sea-born lyre was known;