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Whose silver light is flung o'er clustering rose, And myrtle with pearl buds and emerald leaves. Green moss and azure violets have formed The floor, and fragrant bloom the canopy, And perfumed shrubs the pillars, round whose stems The vine has crept, and mixed its purple fruit Amid the rich-hued blossoms. Citron trees, And beds of hyacinths, have sent their sweets Upon the odorous dew of the night gale, Which, playing with the trembling lamp, flings round A changeful light—now glancing on the flowers, And brightening every hue—now lost in shade. Look out upon the night! There is no star In beauty visible—the Moon is still Sojourning in her shadowy hall—the clouds Are thickening round; but though the tempest's wing