Sleeping Beauty, The - Part 20
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In the hot noon — like glowing muscadine
The light seems, and the shade like golden wine —
Beneath the deep shade of the trees' arcade,
All foppish in his dressing-gown's brocade
And turban, comes the great Magnifico,
And hearkens not where the beccafico
Time taps at the lovely sylvan trees.
Now underneath the shadows fallen from these
The queen sits with her court, and through the glade
The light from their silks casts another silver shade.
Home goes the great Magnifico; his dressing-gown
Is changed for water-rustling silks that drown
The shades, and walking proudly as the breeze
Now he advances through the sylph-slim trees.
" Madam, the Soldan and the King of Ethiop's land
Approach as suitors for your daughter's hand."
The day grew water-pale and cool as the long eves. . . .
A lady sang through water-rippling leaves:
In the hot noon — like glowing muscadine
The light seems, and the shade like golden wine —
Beneath the deep shade of the trees' arcade,
All foppish in his dressing-gown's brocade
And turban, comes the great Magnifico,
And hearkens not where the beccafico
Time taps at the lovely sylvan trees.
Now underneath the shadows fallen from these
The queen sits with her court, and through the glade
The light from their silks casts another silver shade.
Home goes the great Magnifico; his dressing-gown
Is changed for water-rustling silks that drown
The shades, and walking proudly as the breeze
Now he advances through the sylph-slim trees.
" Madam, the Soldan and the King of Ethiop's land
Approach as suitors for your daughter's hand."
The day grew water-pale and cool as the long eves. . . .
A lady sang through water-rippling leaves:
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