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vii.
In closest coverture upsprung,
The living airs of middle night
Died round the bulbul as he sung;
Not he: but something which possess'd
The darkness of the world, delight.
Life, anguish, death, immortal love.
Ceasing not, mingled, unrepress'd,
Apart from place, witholding time,
But flattering the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid.
viii.
Slumber'd: the solemn palms were ranged
Above, unwoo'd of summer wind:
A sudden splendour from behind
Flush'd all the leaves with rich gold-green.
And, flowing rapidly between
