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Around all spoke of woman's hand: There a guitar lay on a stand Of polish'd ebony, and raised In rainbow ranks the hyacinth blazed Like banner'd lancers of the spring, Save that they were too languishing. And gush'd the tears from her dark eyes, And swell'd her lip and breast with sighs; But spoke, and at the sound The maiden's eye glanced hurried round.

Motioning with her hand she led, With watching gaze and noiseless tread, Along a flower-fill'd terrace, where Flow'd the first tide of open air. They reach'd the garden; there was all That gold could win, or luxury call