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Like ships that have gone down at sea,
A word unkind or wrongly taken-
A breath, a touch like this hath shaken. And ruder words will soon rush in To spread the breach that words begin; And eyes forget the gentle ray They wore in courtship's smiling day; And voices lose the tone that shed A tenderness round all they said; Till fast declining, one by one, The sweetnesses of love are gone, And hearts, so lately mingled, seem Like broken clouds, or like the stream, That smiling left the mountain's brow
As though its waters ne'er could sever, Yet, ere it reach the plain below,
Breaks into floods, that part for ever.
Oh, you, that have the charge of Love,
He sits, with flow'rets fetter'd round ;-
Is found beneath far Eastern skies,-Whose wings, though radiant when at rest, Lose all their glory when he flies!
HAT evening, (trusting that his soul
Might be from haunting love released
By mirth, by music, and the bowl,)
In his magnificent Shalimar :-
Those songs, that ne'er so sweetly sound
There, too, the Haram's inmates smile;Maids from the West, with sun-bright hair, And from the Garden of the NILE,
Delicate as the roses there ;
Daughters of Love from CYPRUS' rocks,
In their own bright Kathaian bow'rs,
That they might fancy the rich flow'rs, That round them in the sun lay sighing, Had been by magic all set flying.
Every thing young, every thing fair
Amidst a world the only one;
Thou wert not there-so SELIM thought,
And everything seem'd drear without thee;
And waited, trembling, for the minute,
The board was spread with fruits and wine; With grapes of gold, like those that shine On CASBIN'S hills;-pomegranates full
Of melting sweetness, and the pears And sunniest apples that CAUBUL
In all its thousand gardens bears ;— Plantains, the golden and the green, MALAYA'S nectar'd mangusteen ; Prunes of BOKHARA, and sweet nuts
From the far groves of SAMARCAND, And BASRA dates, and apricots,
Seed of the Sun, from IRAN's land ;With rich conserve of Visna cherries, Of orange flowers, and of those berries
That, wild and fresh, the young gazelles
In baskets of pure santal-wood,
Around their liquid lustre threw :
From vineyards of the Green-Sea gushing;
As if that jewel, large and rare, The ruby for which KUBLAI-KHAN Offer'd a city's wealth, was blushing,
Melted within the goblets there!
And amply SELIM quaffs of each,
Can float upon a goblet's streams,
As bards have seen him in their dreams, Down the blue GANGES laughing glide Upon a rosy lotus wreath,
Catching new lustre from the tide
That with his image shone beneath.