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“ Would sully the bright spot or leave it bare,
- it cannot be, that one, whom God 66 Has sent to break the wizard Falsehood's rod, 6 A Prophet of the Truth, whose mission draws “ Its rights from Heaven, should thus profane his cause 66 With the world's vulgar pomps;
- I see “ He thinks me weak -- this glare of luxury • Is but to tempt, to try the eaglet gaze 6 Of my young soul; - shine on, 'twill stand the blaze!”
- no, no
So thought the youth; — but, ev'n while he defied This witching scene, he felt its witchery glide Through every sense. The perfume, breathing round, Like a pervading spirit ; the still sound Of falling waters, lulling as the song Of Indian bees at sunset, when they throng Around the fragrant Nilica, and deep In its blue blossoms hum themselves to sleep! ?
7 My Pandits assure me that the plant before us (the Nilica) is their Sephalica, thus named because the bees are supposed to sleep on its blossoms." - Sir W. Jones.
And music too — dear music! that can touch
“ Oh my lov'd mistress ! whose enchantments still “ Are with me, round me, wander where I will 66 It is for thee, for thee alone I seek “ The paths of glory - to light up thy cheek 6 With warm approval – in that gentle look, “ To read my praise, as in an angel's book, 66 And think all toils rewarded, when from thee “ I gain a smile, worth immortality!
66 How shall I bear the moment, when restor'd “ To that young heart where I alone am Lord,
Though of such bliss unworthy, — since the best “ Alone deserve to be the happiest ! " When from those lips, unbreath'd upon for years, “ I shall again kiss off the soul-felt tears, 66 And find those tears warm as when last they started, “ Those sacred kisses pure as when we parted ! « Oh my own life ! - why should a single day, 66 A moment keep me from those arms away
While thus he thinks, still nearer on the breeze Come those delicious, dream-like harmonies, Each note of which but adds new, downy links To the soft chain in which his spirit sinks. He turns him tow'rd the sound, and, far away Through a long vista, sparkling with the play Of countless lamps, — like the rich track which Day Leaves on the waters, when he sinks from us; So long the path, its light so tremulous ; He sees a group of female forms advance, Some chain’d together in the mazy dance By fetters, forg'd in the green sunny bowers, As they were captives to the King of Flowers;
And some disporting round, unlink'd and free,
But a light, golden chain-work round her hair,
8 Musnuds are cushioned seats, usually reserved for persons of distinction.
9 The Persians, like the ancient Greeks, call their musical modes or Perdas by the names of different countries or cities, as the mode of Isfahan, the mode of Irak, &c.