Is filled with music as it gently woos
The waving clusters of the tamarisk,
Or whispers through the clove carnation beds
In amorous sighs, lulling the soul to sleep,
Steeping the senses in delicious calm.
No dreams disturb our slumbers, we inhale
Rich perfume as we breathe, and the rapt ear
Lists to the gush of fountains, and the song
Of night's most thrilling minstrel brought in swells
By the spiced gale from distant almond groves.
Fifth Witch.
I fly to oriental plains! but ' tis
To wander amid ruins, and to share
His midnight meal with the huge vampire bat,
Nestling all day within the marble halls
Of proud Persepolis. The jackal howls,
The serpent hisses, and the eagle screams
As my adventurous spirit urges them
From their most secret haunts.
