Its splendor, at parting, a summer eve throws,
Like a bride full of blushes, when lingering to take
A last look of her mirror at night ere she goes.
Moore—Lalla Rookh.
33. The midnight hour,
The starlight wedding of the earth and heaven,
When music breathes in perfume from the flower,
And high revealings to the heart are given.
S. L. Fairfield.
34. Weel may'st thou welcome the night's deathly reign,