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A something, light as air-a look,

In vain the Valley's smiling throng A word unkind, or wrongly taken

Worship him, as he moves along; Oh! love, that tempests never shook,

He heeds them not-one smile of hers A breath, a touch like this hath shaken.

Is worth a world of worshippers ; And ruder words will soon rush in

They but the Star's adorers are,
To spread the breach that words begin :

She is the Heav'n that lights the Star!
And eyes forget the gentle ray
They wore in courtship's smiling day;

Hence is it too, that NOURMAHAL,
And voices lose the tone that shed

Amid the luxuries of this hour, A tenderness round all they said;

Far from the joyous festival, Till fast declining, one by one,

Sits in her own sequester'd bower, The sweetnesses of love are gone,

With no one near, to soothe or aid, And hearts, so lately mingled, seem

But that inspir'd and wond'rous maid, Like broken clouds,-or like the stream,

NAMOUNA, the Enchantress ;-one, That smiling left the mountain's brow,

O'er whom his race the golden sun As though its waters ne'er could sever,

For unremember'd years has run, Yet, ere it reach the plain below,

Yet never saw her blooming brow Breaks into floods, that part for ever.

Younger or fairer than 'tis now.

Nay, rather, as the west wind's sigh Oh you, that have the charge of Love,

Freshens the flower it passes by, Keep him in rosy bondage bound,

Time's wing but seem'd, in stealing o'er, As in the fields of Bliss above

To leave her lovelier than before. He sits, with flowrets fetter'd round;'

Yet on her smiles a sadness hung, Loose not a tie that round him clings,

And when, as oft, she spoke or sung Nor ever let him use his wings;

Of other worlds, there came a light For ev'n an hour, a minute's flight

From her dark eyes so strangely bright, Will rob the plumes of half their light.

That all believ'd nor man nor earth Like that celestial bird, -whose nest

Were conscious of NAMUNA's birth! Is found beneath far Eastern skies,

All spells and talismans she knew, Whose wings; though radiant when at rest,

From the great Mantra,' which around Lose all their glory when he flies !?

The Air's sublimer Spirits drew, Some difference, of this dangerous kind,

To the gold gemsof Afric, bound By which, though light, the links that bind

Upon the wandering Arab's arm, The fondest hearts may soon be riven;

To keep him from the Siltim's' harm. Some shadow in love's summer heaven,

And she had pledg’d her powerful art, Which, though a fleecy speck at first,

Pledg’d it with all the zeal and heart May yet in awful thunder burst ;

Of one who knew, though high her sphere,
Such cloud it is, that now hangs over

What 'twas to lose a love so dear,
The heart of the Imperial Lover,
And far hath banish'd from his sight

To find some spell that should recall

Her Selim's smile to NOURMARAL!
His NOURMAHAL, his Haram's Light!
Hence is it, on this happy night,
When Pleasure through the fields and groves

'Twas midnight—through the lattice, wreath'd

With woodbine, many a perfume breath'd Has let loose all her world of loves,

From plants that wake when others sleep, And every heart has found its own,

From timid jasmine buds, that keep He wanders, joyless and alone,

Their odour to themselves all day, And weary as that bird of Thrace,

But, when the sun-light dies away, Whose pinion knows no resting-place."

Let the delicious secret out In vain the loveliest cheeks and eyes

To every breeze that roams about ;This Eden of the earth supplies

When thus NAMOUNA:-“'Tis the hour Come crowding round—the cheeks are pale,

That scatters spells on herb and flower, The eyes are dim-though rich the spot

And garlands might be gather'd now, With every flower this earth has got,

That, twin'd around the sleeper's brow, What is it to the nightingale,

Would make him dream of such delights, If there his darling rose is not ?*

Such miracles and dazzling sights, 1 See the representation of the Eastern Cupid pinioned closely round with wreaths of flowers, in Picart's Cérémonies constant heart, for more than the sweet breath of his beReligieuses.

loved rose."- Jami. 2 * Among the birds of Tonquin is a species of goldfinch, 1" He is said to have found the great Mantra, spell or which sings so melodiously that it is called the Celestial Bird. talisman, through which he ruled er the elements and Its wings, when it is perched, appear variegated with beau- spirits of all denominations."-Wilford. tiful colours, but when it flies they lose all their splendour."- 2"The gold jewels of Jinnie, which are called by the Grosier.

Arabs El Herrez, from the supposed charm they contain."3 As these birds on the Bosphorus are never known to Jackson. rest, they are called by the French 'les ames damnées."- 3“ A demon, supposed to haunt woods, &c. in a human Dalloway.

shape."- Richardson. 4" You may place a hundred bandsuls of fragrant herbs 4" The name of Jehanguire before his accession to the and flowers before the nightingale, yet he wishes not, in his throne.

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As Genii of the Sun behold,

Who heaps her baskets with the flowers At evening, from their tents of gold

And leaves, till they can hold no more, Upon the horizon—where they play

Then to NAMOUNA flies, and showers Till twilight comes, and, ray by ray,

Upon her lap the shining store. Their sunny mansions melt away!

With what delight th' Enchantress views Now, too, a chaplet might be wreath'd

So many buds, bath'd with the dews Of buds o'er which the moon has brcath'd,

And beams of that bless'd hour!-her glance Which worn by her, whose love has stray'd,

Spoke something, past all mortal pleasures, Might bring some Peri from the skies,

As, in a kind of holy trance, Some sprite, whose very soul is made

She hung above those fragrant treasures, Of flowrets' breaths, and lovers' sighs,

Bending to drink their balmy airs, And who might tell- 'l

As if she mix'd ber soul with theirs.

And 'twas, indeed, the perfume shed “For me, for me,"

From flow'rs and scented flame that fed Cried NOURMAHAL impatiently,

Her charmed life-for none had e'er " Oh! twine that wreath for me to-night."

Beheld her taste of mortal fare, Then rapidly, with foot as light

Nor ever in aught earthly dip, As the young musk-roe's, ont she flew

But the morn's dew, her roseate lip. To cull each shining leaf that grew

Fill'd with the cool, inspiring smell, Beneath the moonlight's hallowing beams

Th’Enchantress now begins her spell, For this enchanted Wreath of Dreams.

Thus singing, as she winds and weaves
Anemones and Seas of Gold,'

In mystic form the glittering leaves :-
And new-blown lilies of the river,
And those sweet flowrets, that unfold
Their buds on CAMEDEVA's quiver ;'-

I know where the winged visions dwell
The tube-rose, with her silvery light,

That around the night-bed play; That in the Gardens of MALAY

I know each herb and flowret's bell, Is call'd the Mistress of the Night,

Where they bide their wings by day. So like a bride, scented and bright,

Then hasten we, maid, She comes out when the sun's away.

To twine our braid, Amaranths, such as crown the maids

To-morrow the dreams and fowers will faco. That wander through ZAMARA's shades ;-

The image of love, that nightly flies And the white moon-flower, as it shows

To visit the bashful maid, On SERENDIB's high crags to those

Steals from the jasmine flower, that sighs Who near the isle at evening sail,

Its soul, like her, in the shade. Scenting her clove-trees in the gale;

The hope, in dreams, of a happier hour In short, all flowrets and all plants,

That alights on misery's brow, From the divine Amrita tree,

Springs out of the silvery almond-flower, That blesses heaven's inhabitants

That blooms on a leafless bough,' With fruits of immortality,

Then hasten we, maid, Down to the basile tuft, that waves

To twine our braid, Its fragrant blossom over graves,

To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade. And to the humble rosemary,

The visions that oft to worldly eyes
Whose sweets so thanklessly are shed
To scent the desert-and the dead,

The glitter of mines unfold,

Inhabit the mountain-herb, that dyes All in that garden bloom, and all

The tooth of the fawn like gold. Are gather'd by young NOURMAHAL,

The phantom shapes—oh touch not them

That appal the murderer's sight, 1" Hemasagare, or the Sea of Gold, with flowers of the

Lurk in the fleshy mandrake's stem, brightest gold colour."- Sir W. Jones. 2 " This tree (the Nagacesara) is one of the most de

That shrieks, when torn at night! lightful on earth, and the delicious odour of its blossoms

Then hasten we, maid, jusuy gives them a place in the quiver of Camadeva, or the

To twine our braid, God of Love."-Id. 3“ The Malayans style the tube-rose (Polianthes tube

To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade. rosa) Sandal Malam, or the Mistress of the Night.”—Pen

The dream of the injur'd, patient mind, nant. 4 The people of the Batta country in Sumatra (of which

That smiles at the wrongs of men, Zamara is one of the ancient names) " when not engaged in Is found in the bruis'd and wounded rind war, lead an idle, inactive life, passing the day in playing on a kind of flute, crowned with garlands of flowers, among

Of the cinnamon, sweetest then! which the globe-amaranthus, a native of the country, most

Then hasten we, maid, ly prevails. "- Marsden.

To twine our braid, 5 “ The largest and richest sort (of the Jambu or roseapple) is called Amrita or immortal, and the mythologists

To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade. of Tibet apply the same word to a celestial tree, bearing ambrosial fruit."-Sir W. Jones.

1 " The almond-treo, with white flowers, blossoms on the 6 Sweet-basil, called Rayban in Persia, and generally bare branches."Hasselquist. found in church-yards.

2 An herb on Mount Libanus, which is said to commu7" In the Great Desert are found many stalks of lavender nicate a yellow golden hue to the teeth of the goals and and rosemary.”- Asiat. Res.

other animals that graze upon it.

No sooner was the flowery crown
Plac'd on her head, than slcep came down,
Gently as nights of summer fall,
Upon the lids of NOURMAHAL;
And, suddenly, a tuneful breeze,
As full of small, rich harmonies
As ever wind, that o'er the tents
Of Azab' blew, was full of scents,
Steals on her ear and floats and swells,

Like the first air of morning creeping
Into those wreathy, Red-Sea shells,

Where Love himself, of old, lay sleeping;? — And now a spirit form’d, 'twould seem,

Of music and of light, so fair,
So brilliantly his features beam,

And such a sound is in the air
Of sweetness, when he waves his wings,
Hovers around her, and thus sings :-

And Hope from a heavenly note flies on,

To a note more heavenly still that is near!
The warrior's heart, when touch'd by me,
Can as downy soft and as yielding be,

As his own white plume, that high amid death
Through the field has shone-yet moves with a

breath.
And, oh, how the eyes of beauty glisten,

When Music has reach'd her inward soul,
Like th' silent stars, that wink and listen
While Heav'n's eternal melodies roll!

So, hither I come,

From my fairy home,
And if there's a magic in Music's strain,

I swear by the breath

Of that moonlight wreath,
Thy lover shall sigh at thy feet again.

From CHINDARA's' warbling fount I come,

'Tis dawn—at least that earlier dawn, Call'd by that moonlight garland's spell; Whose glimpses are again withdrawn,' From CHINDARA's fount, my fairy home,

As if the morn had wak’d, and then
Where in music, morn and night, I dwell; Shut close her lids of light again.
Where lutes in the air are heard about,

And NourmaHAl is up, and trying
And voices are singing the whole day long, The wonders of her lute, whose strings-
And every sigh the heart breathes out

Oh bliss !-now murmur like the sighing
Iş turn'd, as it leaves the lips, to song!

From that ambrosial Spirit's wings!
Hither I come

And then, her voice—'tis more than human-
From my fairy home,

Never, till now, had it been given
And if there's a magic in Music's strain,

To lips of any mortal woman
I swear by the breath

To utter notes so fresh from heaven;
or that moonlight wreath,

Sweet as the breath of angel sighs, Thy Lover shall sigh at thy feet again.

When angel sighs are most divine.

“Oh ! let it last till night,” she cries, For mine is the lay that lightly floats,

And he is more than ever mine." And mine are murmuring, dying notes,

And hourly she renews the lay, That fall as soft as snow on the sea,

So fearful lest its heavenly sweetness And melt in the heart as instantly!

Should, ere the evening, fade away, And the passionate strain that, deeply going,

For things so heavenly have such fleetness ! Refines the bosom it trembles through,

But, far from fading, it but grows As the musk-wind, over the water blowing,

Richer, diviner as it flows; Ruffles the wave, but sweetens it too!

Till rapt she dwells on every string,

And pours again each sound along, Mine is the charm, whose mystic sway

Like Echo, lost and languishing The Spirits of past Delight obey :

In love with her own wondrous song. Let but the tuneful talisman sound,

That evening, (trusting that his soul And they come, like Genii, hovering round.

Might be from haunting love releas'd And mine is the gentle song, that bears

By mirth, by music, and the bowl) From soul to soul, the wishes of love,

Th' Imperial Selim held a Feast As a bird, that wafts through genial airs

In his magnificent Shalimar; The cinnamon seed from grove to grove.. In whose Saloons, when the first star "Tis I that mingle in one sweet measure

Of evening o'er the waters trembled, The past, the present, and future of pleasure; The Valley's loveliest all assembled; When Memory links the tone that is gone

All the bright creatures that, like dreams, With the blissful tone that's still in the ear; Glide through its foliage, and drink beams

Of beauty from its founts and streams, 1 The myrrh country.

And all those wandering minstrel-maids, 2“ This idea (of deities living in shells; was not unknown to the Greeks, who represent the young Nerites, one of the Who leave-how can they leave?-the shades Cupids, as living in shells on the shores of the Red Sea."- Of that dear Valley, and are found Wilford.

31 A fabulous fountain, where instruments are said to be constantly playing."- Richardson.

1“ They have two mornings, the Soobbi Kazim, and the 4 “The Pompadour pigeon is the species, which, by Soobhi Sadig, the false and the real day-break."- Waring. carrying the fruit of the cinnamon to different places, is a

2 " The waters of Cachemir are the more renowned from greni disseminator of this valuable tree."-See Brown's its being supposed that the Cachemirians are indebted for Thiustr. Tab. 19.

their benuty to them."- Ali Yerdi. L

Singing in gardens of the South'

Of melting sweetness, and the pears Those songs, that ne'er so sweetly sound

And sunniest apples that CAUBUL' As from a young Cashmerian's mouth;

In all its thousand gardens? bears. There too the Haram's inmates smile ;

Plantains, the golden and the green, Maids from the West, with sun-bright hair, Malaya's nectar'd mangusteen;' And from the Garden of the Nile,

Prunes of Bokara, and sweet nuts Delicate as the roses there ;

From the far groves of SAMARKAND, Daughters of Love from Cyprus' rocks,

And Basra dates, and apricots, With Paphian diamonds in their locks ;)

Seed of the Sun," from Iran's land ;Light Peri forms, such as there are

With rich conserve of Visna cherries, On the gold meads of CANDAHAR ;*

or Orange flowers, and of those berries And they, before whose sleepy eyes,

That, wild and fresh, the young gazelles In their own bright Kathaian bowers,

Feed on in Erac's rocky dells.“ Sparkle such rainbow butterflies,

All these in richest vases smile, That they might fancy the rich flowers,

In baskets of pure sandal-wood, That round them in the sun lay sighing,

And urns of porcelain from that isle" Had been by magic all set flying !

Sunk underneath the Indian flood, Every thing young, every thing fair

Whence of the lucky diver brings From East and West is blushing there.

Vases to grace the halls of kings. Except-except—oh NourmaHAL!

Wines too, of every clime and hue, Thou loveliest, dearest of them all,

Around their liquid lustre threw; The one, whose smile shone out alone,

Amber Rosolli, the bright dew Amidst a world the only one !

From vineyards of the Green-Sea gushing ;' Whose light, among so many lights,

And Shiraz wine, that richly ran Was like that star, on starry nights,

As if that jewel, large and rare, The seaman singles from the sky,

The ruby, for which Cublar-CHAN To steer his bark for ever by!

Offer'd a city's wealth,'' was blushing
Thou wert not there—so Selim thought,

Melted within the goblets there!
And every thing seem'd drear without thee:
But ah! thou wert, thou wert-and brought

And amply SELIM quaffs of each,

And seems resolv'd the floods shall reach
Thy charm of song all fresh about thee.
Mingling unnotic'd with a band

His inward heart—shedding around
Of lutanists from many a land,

A genial deluge, as they run, And veil'd by such a mask as shades

That soon shall leave no spot undrown'd,

For Love to rest his wings upon.
The features of young Arab maids,
A mask that leaves but one eye free,

He little knew how well the boy
To do its best in witchery,

Can float upon a goblet's streams, She rov'd, with beating heart, around,

Lighting them with his smile of joy ;And waited, trembling, for the minute,

As bards have seen him, in their dreams, When she might try if still the sound

Down the blue Ganges laughing glide Of her lov'd lute had magic in it.

Upon a rosy lotus wreath," The board was spread with fruits and wine ;

Catching new lustre from the tide

That with his image shone beneath.
With grapes of gold, like those that shine
On Cassin's hills ;'—pomegranates full

1 "The fruits exported from Caubul are apples, pearn, pomegranates, etc."--Elphinstone.

2 "We sat down under a tree, listened to the birds, and 1 “From him I received the following little Gazzel, or talked with the son of our Mehmaunder about our country Love Song, the notes of which he committed to paper from and Caubol, of which he gave an enchanting account: that the voice of one of those singing girls of Cachinere, who city and its 100,000 gardens, etc.”-Id. wander from that delightful valley over the various parts of 3. "The Mangusteen, the most delicate fruit in the world; India."- Persian Miscellanies.

the pride of the Malay Islands."- Marsden. 2 "The roses of the Jinan Nile, or Garden of the Nile, 4"A delicious kind of apricot, called by the Persians (attached to the Emperor of Morocco's palace) are une tokm-ed-shems, signifying sun’s seed."-- Description of qualled, and mattresses are made of their leaves for men of Persia. rank to recline upon."-Jackson.

5“Sweetmeats in a crystal cup, consisting of rose-leaves 3 “On the side of a mountain near Paphos there is a in conserve, with lemon or Visna cherry, orange flowers, cavern which produces the most beautiful rock crystal. On etc."-Russel. account of its brilliancy it has been called the Paphian dia- 6 " Antelopes cropping the fresh berries of Erac."--The mond." - Mariti.

Moallakat, a poem of Tarafa. 4" There is a part of Candahar, called Peria or Fairy 7 Mauri-ga-Sima, an island near Formosa, supposed to Land."— Thevenot. In some of those countries to the North have been sunk in the sea for the crimes of its inhabitants. of Indir vegetable gold is supposed to be produced. The vessels which the fishermen and divers bring up from

5 "These are the butterflies, which are called in the Chi- it are sold at an immense price in China and Japan.-See nese language Flying Leaves. Some of them have such Kempfer. shining colours, and are so variegated, that they may be 8 Persian Tales. 9 The white wine of Kishma. enlled flying flowers; and indeed they are always produced 10 “ The King of Zeilan is onid to have the very finest in the finest flower-gardens."-Dunn.

ruby that was ever seen, Kublai-Kahn sent and offered the 6 "The Arabian women wear black masks with little value of a city for it, but tho King answered he would not clasps, pretuily ordered."-Carreri. Niebuhr mentions give it for the treasure of the world."- Marco Polo. their showing but one eye in conversation.

11 The Indians feign that Cupid was first seon floating .? “The golden grapes of Casbin."--Description of Per- down the Ganges on the Nymphæa Nelumho. - See Porn sia.

nant.

But what are cups, without the aid

The voice or lute was most divine, Of song to speed them as they flow?

So wond'rously they went together : And see a lovely Georgian maid, ber all the bloom, the freshen'd glow own country maidens' looks,

There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When warm they rise from Teflis' brooks ;' When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, And with an eye, whose restless ray,

With heart never changing and brow never coid, Full, floating, dark-oh he, who knows

Love on through all ills, and love on till they die : His heart is weak, of heav'n should pray,

One hour of a passion so sacred is worth To guard him from such eyes as those

Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss ; With a voluptuous wildness flings

And oh ! if there be an Elysium on earth, Her snowy hand across the strings

It is this, it is this. Of a syrinda, and thus sings :

'Twas not the air, 'twas not the words, Come hither, come hither-by night and by day,

But that deep magic in the chords We linger in pleasures that never are gone;

And in the lips, that gave such power Like the waves of the summer, as one dies away

As music knew not till that hour. Another as sweet and as shining comes on.

At once a hundred voices said, And the love that is o'er, in expiring gives birth

“ It is the mask'd Arabian maid !". To a new one as warm, as unequall'd in bliss ;

While Selim, who had felt the strain
And oh ! if there be an Elysium on earth,

Deepest of any, and had lain
It is this, it is this.

Some minutes wrapt, as in a trance,
Here maidens are sighing, and fragrant their sigh After the fairy sounds were o'er,

As the flower of the Amra just op'd by a bee;' Too inly touch'd for utterance,
And precious their tears as that rain from the sky,* Now motion'd with his hand for more :

Which turns into pearls as it falls in the sea.
Oh! think what the kiss and the smile must be worth,

When the sigh and the tear are so perfect in bliss ; Fly to the desert, fly with me,
And own, if there be an Elysium on earth,

Our Arab tents are rude for thee;
It is this, it is this.

But oh! the choice what heart can doubt

Of tents with love, or thrones without ?
Here sparkles the nectar, that hallow'd by love,
Could draw down those angels of old from their Our rocks are rough, but smiling there
sphere,

Th' acacia waves her yellow hair,
Who for wine of this earth left the fountains above, Lonely and sweet, nor lov'd the less
And forgot heaven's stars for the eyes we have For flowering in a wilderness.
here.

Our sands are bare, but down their slope
And, bless'd with the odour our goblets give forth,

The silvery-footed antelope What Spirit the sweets of his Eden would miss ?

As gracefully and gaily springs
For oh! if there be an Elysium on earth,

As o'er the marble courts of kings.
It is this, it is this.

Then come—thy Arab maid will be
The Georgian's song was scarcely mute,

The lov'd and lone acacia-tree, When the same measure, sound for sound,

The antelope, whose feet shall bless Was caught up by another lute,

With their light sound thy loneliness. And so divinely breath'd around,

Oh! there are looks and tones that dart That all stood hush'd and wondering,

An instant sunshine through the heart, And turn's and look'd into the air,

As if the soul that minute caught As if they thought to see the wing

Some treasure it through life had sought; of Israfil, the Angel, there ;So powerfully on every soul

As if the very lips and eyes That new, enchanted measure stole.

Predestin'd to have all our sighs, While now a voice, sweet as the note

And never be forgot again, Of the charm'd lute, was heard to float

Sparkled and spoke before us then! Along its chords, and so entwine

So came thy every glance and tone, Its sound with theirs, that none knew whether When first on me they breath'd and shone ;

New, as if brought from other spheres, 1 Teflis is celebrated for its natural warm baths.--See Ein Haukal.

Yet welcome as if lov'd for years ! 9 "The Indian Syrinda or guitar."-Symes. 3 “ Delightful are the flowers of the Amra-trees on the

Then fly with me,-if thou hast known mountain tops, while the murmuring bees pursue their vo- No other flame, nor falsely thrown luptuous toil."-Song of Jayadeva. 4" The Nisan, or drops of spring rain, which they believe

A gem away, that thou hadst sworn to produce pearls if they fall into shells."- Richardson.

Should ever in thy heart be worn. 5 For an account of the share which wine had in the fall of the argels-gee Mariti.

Come, if the love thou hast for me 6 The Angel of Music, see note, p. 72.

Is pure and fresh as mine for thee

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