From “The Light of the Harem”
WHO has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere,
  With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave,
Its temples, and grottoes, and fountains as clear
  As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave?

O, to see it at sunset,—when warm o’er the lake
  Its splendor at parting a summer eve throws,
Like a bride,...