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Sebastian through the crowd of masquers stray'd,Winging the wit that round the circle play'd;
Those summer lightnings, flashes of the mind,
That shine, but harm not; arrows rosy twined.
Until he reach'd the garden colonnade,
And drank the luxury of night and shade;
A mingled stream of echoes of the lute,
And the sweet, icy breath of flowers and fruit,
Lemon and grape, and, touch'd with that mild sky,
The pallid gold of the thick orangery.
Against a pillar lean'd his glowing cheek,
His mask was off, and never raptured Greek
Struck from the Parian stone a nobler form;
He look'd among that light and glittering swarm,—
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His crimson Venice hat was backwards flung,
Loosing the raven ringlets round his brow:
And those who saw that cheek's delighted glow,
The smile that then his red lip loved to wear,
Had little thought that thirty years were there.
But there was in his large and brilliant eye
The depth, the fire of rich maturity:
Though in that soften'd hour of earth and heaven,
Th'unconscious glance that from its orb was given,
The melting, melancholy gaze above
Show'd that the heart within was made for love.
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