Long Night Parapets Glow

in the long night the parapets that glow they have been touched by the Spirit of the Night received his glossy breathing that was as blood in their arteries throbbing throbbing pulsating topazes and nights eyes gleaming over Tigris and Eurphrates they flow they flow and Night rides on a secret raft: dusk from behind a large palm-tree donned a secret hood to watch and look smiling rest in his eyes feasting looking looking intent on the river bosom the silver of the moon carrying and from a turret not afar rose a sweet sound a Voice that sang and sang outdid the nearest nightingale and sang until the Dawn then ceased, delighting.