• 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...

  • 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,
      And this Lord Ullin’s daughter.

    “And fast before her father’s men
      Three days...