Alushta By Night
The drooping, weary day night pushed aside; On Tschatir Dagh the sullen sun and low Paints phantom purple upon ancient snow; While forest ways within, the wanderers hide. Night veils the mountains and the valleys wide; The thunderous brooks are dream-held, dulled, and slow; Beneath the blackness fragrant flowers blow And rich leaf-music clothes each valley side. Almost my waking eyes are dream-held too; With gold a meteor marks the deep-domed sky And fountain-like the fiery sparks float by. Oh! Beauty of the Eastern Night, you woo My spirit like the odalisque, who held Men captive till her kiss the dream dispelled!
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"The drooping, weary day night pushed aside;..."
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