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The hour approacheth, when, as their stems incline, / The flowers evaporate like an incense urn, / And sounds and scents in the vesper breezes turn; / A melancholy waltz -- and a drowsiness divine.
The flowers evaporate like an incense urn, / The viol vibrates like the wailing of souls that repine. / A melancholy waltz -- and a drowsiness divine, / The skies like a mosque are beautiful and stern.