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When the night comes, in moonlight and in stars,
Told that she was the child of eastern climes.
VII.
The sultry noon had pass'd, the fresh'ning flowers
Rais'd their declined heads, while the cool gale
Left on each leaf a dewy kiss, and bore
Their perfum'd souls away; the rose, which hid
All day her cheek of fragrance from the sun,
In the protecting shadow of the palm,
Now gave rich offerings forth. There was no sound
To break the beauty of eve's light repose,
Save when the fountain threw its sparkling foam
And silver waters o'er the marble floor,
So soft it fell, like music; or the boughs
Whisper'd together yet more softly still.
And when the young Zoraide awoke her lute,
