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152 THROUGH PLACES PASSED ON ALEXANDER'S ROUTE
hours before. We had passed through the enchantment of a Persian (if not of an Arabian) night, and the genii had tricked us as we slept.
The moonlight in the garden,
The whispers in the air, The nightingale's soft trilling
That told of love so fair —
The rose that breathed forth perfume
To boughs so hushed and still, The water of the fountain
That plashed its merry fill —
The stream that, overflowing,
Had rushed with marges torn — Ah, magic of enchantment —
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