Sweet flowers send forth their incense of perfume,
And fill the air with odour, breathing round
A rich refreshment, grateful to the heart.
Deep shadows spread, as if from heaven’s high arch,
Night, like a purple curtain, slowly fell,
Enfringed with gold, and richly ’broidered o’er
With sparkling gems, all scintillating bright.
The purple deepens, and one star-filled dome,
Circles with lustre all the earth around
So calm and peaceful, so serenely fair,