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The first to greet and honour, Countess, mine, Loveliest, and last of 's line.

Fit for a palace was that lovely room, Hung with the azure of an eastern loom, And carpeted with velvet, where the flowers Companion'd those whereon the April hours Had shed their beauty; numbers stood around Of vases where each varying hue was found, From the white myrtle-bud and lily-bell, Like pearls that in the ocean-waters dwell, To those rich tints which on the tulip lie, Telling their southern birth and sunny sky, The wine-cups of the sun:—each silken blind Waved to and fro upon the scented wind,