"In the Seraglio Garden"
di Frederick Delius (1862-1934)

With perfume heavily laden the roses droop their heads, the pine trees are swaying so silently in drowsy air; and silvery fountains are playing so dreamily! The minarets raise towards heav'n in faith their turkisch towers. The crescent moon glides on her lonely way o'er the dark blue sky, and she kisses clusters of lily and rose and other flowers too, and other flowers too, in the seraglio garden!