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To-night I'll have my friar -- let me think / About my room -- I'll have it in the pink; / It should be rich and sombre, and the moon, / Just in its mid-life in the midst of June / Should look thro' four large windows and display / Clear, but for gold-fish vases in the way, / Their glassy diamonding on Turkish floor; / The tapers keep aside, an hour and more, / To see what else the moon alone can show; / While the night-breeze doth softly let us know / My terrace is well bower'd with oranges.
Upon the floor the dullest spirit sees / A guitar-ribband and a lady's glove / Beside a crumple-leaved tale of love; / A tambour-frame, with Venus sleeping there, / All finish'd but some ringlets of her hair; / A viol, bow-strings torn, cross-wise upon / A glorious folio of Anacreon; / A skull upon a mat of roses lying, / Ink'd purple with a song concerning dying; / An hour-glass on the turn, amid the trails / Of passion-flower; -- just in time there sails / A cloud across the moon, -- the lights bring in!