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But ah! even 'Peri's hopes are vain-
gates of heaven for thee.'
Now, upon Styria's land of roses
And whitens with eternal sleet,
Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
To one, who looked from upper air,
Fair gardens, shining streams, with ranks
-as if inlaid
But nought can charm the luckless Peri;
Whose lonely columns stand sublime,
Flinging their shadows from on high Like dials, which the wizard, Time, Had raised to count his ages by!
Yet haply there may lie concealed
Beneath those chambers of the sun,
With the great name of Solomon,
Which, spelled by her illumined eyes, May teach her where, beneath the moon,
In earth or ocean lies the boon, The charm that can restore so soon,
An erring spirit to the skies !
Cheered by this hope she bends her thither ;--
Still laughs the radiant eye of heaven,
Nor have the golden bowers of even In the rich west begun to wither ;When, o'er the vale of Balbec winging Slowly, she sees a child at play, Among the rosy wild-flowers singing,
As rosy, and as wild as they ; Chasing, with eager hands and eyes, The beautiful blue damsel-flies
That fluttered round the jasmine stems,
From his hot steed, and on the brink
Impatient fling him down to drink. Then swift his haggard brow he turned
To the fair child, who fearless sat, Though never yet hath day-beam burned
Upon a brow more fierce than that --Sallenly fierce--a mixture dire, Like thunder-clouds, of gloom and fire ! In which the Peri's
could read Dark tales of many a ruthless deed ; The ruined maid--the shrine profaned Oaths broken and the threshold stained With blood of guests there written, all, Black as the damning drops that fall From the denouncing angel's pen, Ere mercy weeps them out again!
Yet tranquil now that man of crime
Though still, whene'er his eye by chance
Met that unclouded, joyous gaze,
Encounter morning's glorious rays.
But bark! the vesper-call to prayer,
As slow the orb of day-light sets,
From Syria's thousand minarets !
Kneels, with his forebead to the south, Lisping the eternal name of God
From purity's own cherub mouth, And looking, while his hands and eyes Are lifted to the glowing skies, Like a stray babe of paradise, Just lighted on that flowery plain, And seeking for its home again! Oh 'twas a sight that heaven--that child A scene, which might have well beguiled Even haughty Eblis of a sigh, For glories lost and peace gone by!