"Tis moonlight over OMAN'S SEA; 214 Her banks of pearl and balmy isles Bask in the night-beam beauteously, And her blue waters sleep in smiles. 'Tis moonlight in HARMOZIA'S 215 walls, And through her EMIR'S porphyry halls, Where, some hours since, was heard the swell Of trumpet and the clash of zel, 216 Bidding the bright-eyed sun farewell;The peaceful sun, whom better suits The music of the bulbul's nest, Or the light touch of lovers' lutes, U 1 To sing him to his golden rest. All hush'd there's not a breeze in motion; If zephyrs come, so light they come, Nor leaf is stirr'd nor wave is driven ;The wind-tower on the EMIR'S dome 217 Can hardly win a breath from heaven. Even he, that tyrant Arab, sleeps 218 His race hath brought on IRAN'S name. Hard, heartless Chief, unmov'd alike To carnage and the Koran given, Engraven on his reeking sword; 219 The letter of those words divine, To which his blade, with searching art, Just ALLA! what must be thy look, When such a wretch before thee stands Unblushing, with thy Sacred Book, Turning the leaves with blood-stain'd hands, And wresting from its page sublime His creed of lust, and hate, and crime e; Which, from the sunniest flowers that glad Never did fierce ARABIA send A satrap forth more direly great ; Her throne had fallen-her pride was crush'd-- With hope and vengeance ;-hearts that yet— They've treasur'd from the sun that's set,- |