I wrapped myself in grandeur then With their own breath to fan his fire. Look 'round thee now on Samarcand! Their destinies? in all beside And who her sovereign? Timour - he O human love, thou spirit given, When Hope, the eagle that towered, could see And homeward turned his softened eye. The glory of the summer sun. That soul will hate the evening mist So often lovely, and will list To the sound of the coming darkness (known To those whose spirits hearken) as one Who, in a dream of night, would fly, But cannot, from a danger nigh. What though the moon the white moon Shed all the splendor of her noon? I reached my home, my home no more, I passed from out its mossy door, A voice came from the threshold stone Oh, I defy thee, Hell, to show, An humbler heart a deeper woe. Father, I firmly do believe I know, for Death, who comes for me From regions of the blest afar Where there is nothing to deceive, Hath left his iron gate ajar, And rays of truth you cannot see Are flashing through Eternity I do believe that Eblis hath A snare in every human path; Else how, when in the holy grove I wandered of the idol, Love, Who daily scents his snowy wings With incense of burnt offerings From the most unpolluted things, Whose pleasant bowers are yet so riven Above with trellised rays from Heaven No mote may shun, no tiniest fly, The lightning of his eagle eye, — How was it that Ambition crept, Unseen, amid the revels there, Till, growing bold, he laughed and leapt In the tangles of Love's very hair? SCH TO SCIENCE 66 CIENCE! true daughter of Old Time thou art, Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise, Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car, And driven the Hamadryad from the wood To seek a shelter in some happier star? Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind-tree? AL AARAAF PART I OH! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where the day That list our love, and deck our bowers, The wandering star. "T was a sweet time for Nesace: for there Her world lay lolling on the golden air, Near four bright suns, a temporary rest, An oasis in desert of the blest. Away-away-'mid seas of rays that roll But, now, the ruler of an anchored realm, |