Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 05
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"Near to which [the balcony on which they had reposed after
their walk] having ordered to open a garden which was annexed
to the palace, being all inclosed in a wall, they entered in;
and as it appeared to them on entering to be of a marvelous
beauty altogether, they set themselves to examine it in
detail. It had within, and in many directions through it,
broad paths, straight as arrows and covered with arbors of
vine which gave indications of having that year an excellent
vintage, and they all giving out such odors to the garden,
that, mingled with those of many other things which perfumed
it, they seemed to be in the midst of all the perfumeries
that the Orient ever knew; the sides of the paths being
closed in by red and white roses and jasmine, so that not
only in the morning, but even when the sun was high, they
could wander at pleasure under fragrant and odoriferous
shade, without entanglement. How many, of what kind, and how
planted were the plants in that place, it were long to tell;
but there is nothing desirable which suits our climate which
was not there in abundance. In the midst of which (which is
not less delightful than other things that were there, but
even more so) was a meadow of the most minute herbs, and so
green that it seemed almost black, colored by a thousand
varieties of flowers, and closed around by green and living
orange and lemon trees, which, having the ripe and the young
fruit and the flowers together, gave not only grateful shade
for the eyes, but added the pleasures of their odors. In the
midst of that meadow was a fountain of the whitest marble
with marvelous sculptures. From within this, I know not
whether by a natural vein or artificial, through a figure
which stood on a column in the midst of it, sprang so much
water, and so high, falling also into the fountain with
delightful sound, that it would at least have driven a mill.
This, then (I mean the water which ran over from the
fountain), through hidden channels went out of the meadow,
and by little canals beautiful and artfully made becoming
visible outside of it, ran all around it; and then by similar
canals into every part of the garden, gathering together
finally in that part of it where from the beautiful garden it
escaped, and thence descending limpid to the plain, and
before reaching it, with great force and not a little
advantage to the master, turned two mills. To see this
garden, its beautiful orderliness, the plants and the
fountain with the brooks running from it, was so pleasing to
the ladies and the three youths that all commenced to declare
that if Paradise could be found on earth, they could not
conceive what other form than that of this garden could be
given to it, nor what beauty could be added to it.
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