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She placed within the fragrant light— Then bade her weary guest good-night. A moment more and she was gone: Both were so glad to be alone.

But soon Irene's eyelids close 'Mid those sweet visions which repose, Gathering their fragrant life by day From violet bells and hawthorn spray— I hold that in the noontide hours Sweet dreams are treasured up in flowers. But for Amenaïde, her head Reposed not on its silken bed; Ah! what have eyes to do with sleep That seek, and vainly seek, to weep? No dew on the dark lash appears,— The heart is all too full for tears.