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With lamp and chandelier; the mirrors shone Like streams of light, and, waving gracefully, The purple draperies hung festooned with wreaths, That shed their incense round. Hall after hall Opened in some new splendour. Proud the feast The Duke to-night gives for his peerless child, And Castile's noblest are all met to greet Blanche and her gallant lover: princely forms, And ladies beautiful, whose footsteps fell Soft as the music which they echoed; light, And melody, and perfume, and sweet shapes, Mingled together like a glorious dream.— Hermione is there! She has forsaken Her woman's garb, her long dark tresses float Like weeds upon the Tagus, and no one Can in that pale and melancholy boy