In her terror she screamed for help; her cries were echoed back from the Pyramids in such loud and fearful tones that she awoke.
But hark! what could that be?
That wailing, shrill cry which she had heard in her dream,--she could hear it still.
Hastily drawing aside the shutters from one of the openings which served as windows, she looked out.

A large and beautiful garden, laid out with fountains and shady avenues, lay before her, glittering with the early dew.
[The Persian gardens were celebrated throughout the old world, and seem to have been laid out much less stiffly than the Egyptian.
Even the kings of Persia did not consider horticulture beneath their notice, and the highest among the Achaemenidae took an especial pleasure in laying out parks, called in Persian Paradises.

Their admiration for well-grown trees went so far, that Xerxes, finding on his way to Greece a singularly beautiful tree, hung ornaments of gold upon its branches.

Firdusi, the great Persian epic poet, compares human beauty to the growth of the cypress, as the highest praise he can give.

Indeed some trees were worshipped by the Persians; and as the tree of life in the Hebrew and Egyptian, so we find sacred trees in their Paradise.] No sound was to be heard except the one which had alarmed her, and this too died away at last on the morning breeze.