• Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
      Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
    Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,
      Like fairy-gifts fading away,
    Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
      Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
    And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
      Would entwine itself verdantly...

  • Song of Nourmahal in “The Light of the Harem”

    “FLY to the desert, fly with me,
    Our Arab tents are rude for thee;
    But oh! the choice what heart can doubt
    Of tents with love or thrones without?

    “Our rocks are rough, but smiling there
    The acacia waves her yellow hair,
    Lonely and sweet, nor loved the less
    For flowering in the...

  • From “The Light of the Harem”
    ALAS! how light a cause may move
    Dissension between hearts that love!
    Hearts that the world in vain has tried,
    And sorrow but more closely tied;
    That stood the storm when waves were rough,
    Yet in a sunny hour fall off,
    Like ships that have gone down at sea,
    When heaven was all tranquillity!

    A...

  • As slow our ship her foamy track
      Against the wind was cleaving,
    Her trembling pennant still looked back
      To that dear isle ’t was leaving.
    So loath we part from all we love,
      From all the links that bind us;
    So turn our hearts, as on we rove,
      To those we ’ve left behind us!

    When, round the bowl, of vanished years...

  • FAREWELL!—but whenever you welcome the hour
    That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower,
    Then think of the friend that once welcomed it too,
    And forgot his own griefs, to be happy with you.
    His griefs may return—not a hope may remain
    Of the few that have brightened his pathway of pain—
    But he ne’er can forget the short vision that threw...

  • From “The Fire-Worshippers”
    FAREWELL,—farewell to thee, Araby’s daughter!
      (Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea;)
    No pearl ever lay under Oman’s green water
      More pure in its shell than thy spirit in thee.

    O, fair as the sea-flower close to thee growing,
      How light was thy heart till love’s witchery came,
    Like the wind of the...

  • From “Irish Melodies”
    ’T IS the last rose of summer,
      Left blooming alone;
    All her lovely companions
      Are faded and gone;
    No flower of her kindred,
      No rosebud, is nigh
    To reflect back her blushes,
      Or give sigh for sigh!

    I ’ll not leave thee, thou lone one!
      To pine on the stem;
    Since the lovely are...

  • Oft in the stilly night,
      Ere slumber’s chain has bound me,
    Fond Memory brings the light
      Of other days around me:
        The smiles, the tears,
        Of boyhood’s years,
      The words of love then spoken;
        The eyes that shone,
        Now dimmed and gone,
      The cheerful hearts now broken.
    Thus in the stilly night,...

  • Those evening bells! those evening bells!
    How many a tale their music tells
    Of youth, and home, and that sweet time
    When last I heard their soothing chime!

    Those joyous hours are passed away;
    And many a heart that then was gay
    Within the tomb now darkly dwells,
    And hears no more those evening bells.

    And so ’t will be when I am...

  • 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,...