Day, in melting purple dying;
Blossoms, all around me sighing;
Fragrance, from the lilies straying;
Zephyr, with my ringlets playing;
Ye but waken my distress;
I am sick of loneliness!
Thou, to whom I love to hearken,
Come,...
Adieu, fair isle! I love thy bowers,
I love thy dark-eyed daughters there;
The cool pomegranate’s scarlet flowers
Look brighter in their jetty hair.
They praised my forehead’s stainless white;
And when I thirsted, gave a draught
From the...
Day in melting purple dying,
Blossoms all around me sighing,
Fragrance from the lilies straying,
Zephyr with my ringlets playing,
Ye but waken my distress:
I am sick of loneliness.
Thou to whom I love to hearken,
Come ere night...
The banquet-cups, of many a hue and shape,
Bossed o’er with gems, were beautiful to view;
But, for the madness of the vaunted grape,
Their only draught was a pure limpid dew,
To Spirits sweet; but these half-mortal lips
Longed for the streams that...
High towered the palace and its massive pile,
Made dubious if of nature or of art,
So wild and so uncouth; yet, all the while,
Shaped to strange grace in every varying part.
And groves adorned it, green in hue, and bright
As icicles about a laurel-...
