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dwelt in a valley of sunshine, those Brothers; Green were the palm-trees that shadowed their dwelling; Sweet, like low music, the sound of the fountains That fell from the rocks round their beautiful home: There the pomegranate blushed like the cheek of the maiden When she hears in the distance the step of her lover, And blushes to know it before her young friends. They dwelt in the valley—their mine was the corn-field Heavy with gold, and in autumn they gathered The grapes that hung clustering together like rubies: