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...

Poet: Thomas Moore

A Chieftain, to the Highlands bound,
  Cries, “Boatman, do not tarry!
And I ’ll give thee a silver pound,
  To row us o’er the ferry.”

“Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle,
  This dark and stormy water?”
“O, I ’m the chief of Ulva’s isle,...