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Now closing till the twilight-haunted room Was in an atmosphere of purple gloom, First scarcely letting steal one crimson ray, Then flung all open to the glowing day. Pictures were hung above; how more than fair! The changing light made almost life seem there. A faint rose-colour wander'd o'er the cheek, Seem'd the chance beams from each dark eye to break; And you could deem each braided auburn wave Moved, as its gold the glancing sun-light gave. And fitting mistress had the charmed scene: Leant, like a beautiful and eastern queen, Upon a purple couch—how soft and warm Clung the rich colour to her ivory arm!—