In the Gardens of the Alhambra

Pearls and peacock eyes
In viridian jade,
A sequoia and lilies
In twilight's glade.

A sylvan lantern
Lights the trees,
A bower of roses
Is perfumed breeze.

The bubbling of water,
A tinkling melody.
Now day is over
A reflecting threnody.

The cool of the evening,
A whisper of leaves,
Retreating fountain-spray
Rests in semi-breves.

And a beauteous orb
Is a silver moon,
Casting shadows on flowers
That shone in the noon.