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Detdiar sidj as efterluket wurden.


CANTO IV.
THE HAREEM.

Thank God, the lingering sun hath set at last !
  The daily task is o'er;
Another long, long day of exile past !
  Oh, that there were no more !

What though yon glorious western sky doth blaze
  With purple, gold, and green,
While the east trembles with those opal rays
  By northern eyes unseen !

What though from the transparent heavens so clear
  The stars are stooping low !
The greeting of their smile, that comes so near,
  Seems but to mock my woe.