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Those waves are hush'd, those planets shine;
Sleep on, and be thy rest unmov'd

By the white moonbeam's dazzling power;-
None but the loving and the lov'd

Should be awake at this sweet hour.

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where, high above those rocks
That o'er the deep their shadows fling,
Yon turret stands;· - where ebon locks,
As glossy as a heron's wing

*

Upon the turban of a king,
Hang from the lattice, long and wild,—
'Tis she, that EMIR's blooming child,
All truth and tenderness and grace,
Though born of such ungentle race; ·
An image of Youth's radiant Fountain
Springing in a desolate mountain! t

Oh what a pure and sacred thing
Is Beauty, curtain'd from the sight

Of the gross world, illumining

One only mansion with her light!

Unseen by man's disturbing eye,

The flower that blooms beneath the sea,

"Their kings wear plumes of black heron's feathers upon the right side, as a badge of sovereignty.". -HANWAY.

"The Fountain of Youth, by a Mahometan tradition, is situated in some dark region of the East."-RICHARDSON.

Too deep for sunbeams, doth not lie
Hid in more chaste obscurity.
So, HINDA, have thy face and mind,
Like holy mysteries, lain enshrin'd.
And oh, what transport for a lover

To lift the veil that shades them o'er!-
Like those who, all at once, discover

In the lone deep some fairy shore,
Where mortal never trod before,
And sleep and wake in scented airs
No lip had ever breath'd but theirs.

Beautiful are the maids that glide,

On summer-eves, through YEMEN's * dales,
And bright the glancing looks they hide
Behind their litters' roseate veils;
And brides, as delicate and fair

As the white jasmine flowers they wear,
Hath YEMEN in her blissful clime,

Who, lull'd in cool kiosk or bower,t
Before their mirrors count the time, †
And grow still lovelier every hour.

*Arabia Felix.

In the midst of the garden is the chiosk, that is, a large room, commonly beautified with a fine fountain in the midst of it. It is raised nine or ten steps, and inclosed with gilded lattices, round which vines, jessamines, and honeysuckles make a sort of green wall; large trees are planted round this place, which is the scene of their greatest pleasures."—LAPY M. W. MONTAGU.

The women of the East are never without their looking-glasses. "In Barbary," says Shaw, "they are so fond of their looking-glasses, which they hang

But never yet hath bride or maid
In ARABY'S gay Haram smil'd,
Whose boasted brightness would not fade
Before AL HASSAN's blooming child.

Light as the angel shapes that bless
An infant's dream, yet not the less
Rich in all woman's loveliness;

With eyes so pure, that from their ray
Dark Vice would turn abash'd away,
Blinded like serpents, when they gaze
Upon the emerald's virgin blaze;*—
Yet fill'd with all youth's sweet desires,
Mingling the meek and vestal fires
Of other worlds with all the bliss,

The fond, weak tenderness of this:

upon their breasts, that they will not lay them aside, even when after the drudgery of the day they are obliged to go two or three miles with a pitcher or a goat's skin to fetch water."-Travels.

In other parts of Asia they wear little looking-glasses on their thumbs. "Hence (and from the lotus being considered the emblem of beauty) is the meaning of the following mute intercourse of two lovers before their parents :

"He with salute of deference due,

A lotus to his forehead prest;

She rais'd her mirror to his view,

Then turn'd it inward to her breast.'"

Asiatic Miscellany, vol. ii.

*"They say that if a snake or serpent fix his eyes on the lustre of those stones, (emeralds) he immediately becomes blind."- AHMED BEN ABDALAziz, Treatise on Jewels.

A soul, too, more than half divine,

Where, through some shades of earthly feeling,
Religion's soften'd glories shine,

Like light through summer foliage stealing,
Shedding a glow of such mild hue,
So warm, and yet so shadowy too,
As makes the very darkness there
More beautiful than light elsewhere.

Such is the maid who, at this hour,
Hath risen from her restless sleep,
And sits alone in that high bower,

Watching the still and shining deep.
Ah! 'twas not thus, with tearful eyes
And beating heart, she us'd to gaze

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On the magnificent earth and skies,

In her own land, in happier days.
Why looks she now so anxious down
Among those rocks, whose rugged frown
Blackens the mirror of the deep?
Whom waits she all this lonely night?

Too rough the rocks, too bold the steep,
For man to scale that turret's height! —

So deem'd at least her thoughtful sire,
When high, to catch the cool night-air,
After the day-beam's withering fire,*

He built her bower of freshness there,

"At Gombaroon and the Isle of Ormus it is sometimes so hot, that the

people are obliged to lie all day in the water."- MARCO POLO.

And had it deck'd with costliest skill,
And fondly thought it safe as fair:-
Think, reverend dreamer! think so still,

Nor wake to learn what Love can dare;·
Love, all-defying Love, who sees
No charm in trophies won with ease;-
Whose rarest, dearest fruits of bliss
Are pluck'd on Danger's precipice!
Bolder than they who dare not dive

For pearls, but when the sea's at rest,
Love, in the tempest most alive,

Hath ever held that pearl the best
He finds beneath the stormiest water.
Yes - ARABY'S unrivall❜d daughter,

Though high that tower, that rock-way rude,
There's one who, but to kiss thy cheek,
Would climb the' untrodden solitude

Of ARARAT'S tremendous peak,*

And think its steeps, though dark and dread,
Heav'n's pathways, if to thee they led!

* This mountain is generally supposed to be inaccessible. Struy says, "I can well assure the reader that their opinion is not true, who suppose this mount to be inaccessible." He adds, that "the lower part of the mountain is cloudy, misty, and dark, the middlemost part very cold, and like clouds of snow, but the upper regions perfectly calm." It was on this mountain that the Ark was supposed to have rested after the Deluge, and part of it, they say, exists there still, which Struy thus gravely accounts for:-"Whereas none can remember that the air on the top of the hill did ever change, or was subject either to wind or rain, which is presumed to be the reason that the Ark has endured so long without being rotten." See Carreri's Travels, where the Doctor laughs at this whole account of Mount Ararat.

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