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ONE NIGHT IN SEVILLE.
High and yet higher the slow moon arose,
Mounting in majesty full-orbed and fair,
Till loftily o'er Seville's pale repose
The great Giralda towered in opal air!
Mounting in majesty full-orbed and fair,
Till loftily o'er Seville's pale repose
The great Giralda towered in opal air!
With vagueness all the rich-hued roofs were blent;
Scarce might you tell their lilac from their green;
On languorous breezes came the pungent scent
Of odorous alamedas, faintly seen.
Scarce might you tell their lilac from their green;
On languorous breezes came the pungent scent
Of odorous alamedas, faintly seen.
Out from the crowded plaza floated light
A peal of mirth or dulcet trill of song,
And brightening softly to the brightening night,
The shadowy Guadalquivir lapsed along!
A peal of mirth or dulcet trill of song,
And brightening softly to the brightening night,
The shadowy Guadalquivir lapsed along!
The flash of teeth, the gleam of combs, the dark
Mantillas, the quaint gear of old and young,
The rustle of fans, the cigarillo's spark,
The mellow-syllabled Sevillian tongue!
Mantillas, the quaint gear of old and young,
The rustle of fans, the cigarillo's spark,
The mellow-syllabled Sevillian tongue!
All these in pleasured memory still are fresh,
But ah! that faultless face which came and fled,
Beaming amid its drapery's dusky mesh
From the dim balcony above my head!
But ah! that faultless face which came and fled,
Beaming amid its drapery's dusky mesh
From the dim balcony above my head!
That face which for a fleet while glimmering through
The abundant jasmines, thrilled me with surprise!
A drowsy smile, two dimpling cheeks and two
Fathomless velvet Andalusian eyes!
The abundant jasmines, thrilled me with surprise!
A drowsy smile, two dimpling cheeks and two
Fathomless velvet Andalusian eyes!
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A face so marvellous that one rash star,
To see of beauty this rare flower and crown,
Leaned out in heaven its golden head too far,
And dropt, a meteor, over Seville town!
To see of beauty this rare flower and crown,
Leaned out in heaven its golden head too far,
And dropt, a meteor, over Seville town!
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