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"When sleep was in the summer air, And stars looked down on Paradise, And palms and cedars answered fair The visionary night-wind's sighs, And murmuring prayer:

When every flower was in its hood (By clasps of diamond dew retained), Or sunk to elude Phalcena's brood, Down slumber's breast with shadows veined, In solitude:

The citron, stephanote, and rose, Pomegranate, hoya, calycanth, And yet unwanted amaranth, Were sweetness in repose: