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 Such the gay Splendor, the luxurious State, Of Caliphs old, who on the Tygris' Shore, In mighty Bagdat, populous and great, Held their bright Court, where was of Ladies store; And Verse, Love, Music still the Garland wore: When Sleep was coy, the Bard, in Waiting there, Chear'd the lone Midnight with the Muse's Lore; Composing Music bade his Dreams be fair,

Near the Pavilions where we slept, still ran Soft-tinkling Streams, and dashing Waters fell, And sobbing Breezes sigh'd, and oft began (So work'd the Wizard) wintry Storms to swell, As Heaven and Earth they would together mell: At Doors and Windows, threatening, seem'd to call The Demons of the Tempest, growling fell, Yet the least Entrance found they none at all;