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In the midst played a fountain, whose starry showers Fell like beams on the radiant flowers, Whose colours were gleaming, as every one Burnt with the kisses just caught from the sun; And vases sent forth their silvery clouds, Like those which the face of the young moon shrouds, But sweet as the breath of the twilight hour When the dew awakens the rose's power. At the end of the hall was a sunbright throne, Rich with every glorious stone; And the purple canopy overhead Was like the shade o'er the dayfall shed; And the couch beneath was of buds half blown, Hued with the blooms of the rainbow's zone; And round, like festoons, a vine was rolled, Whose leaf was of emerald, whose fruit was of gold.