Of the wise king, or, great Darius, thine! Though time may dim your lustre, in my heart Your charms shall be enshrined, while life is mine. Yet sad experience will this truth impart To loveliest maid on earth,-a fading thing thou art. V. The Prophet has not to his faithful given (So prodigal of what he could not give) Such bliss refined in his Arabian heaven, As that which they enjoy who here arrive. Vain bliss, indeed, that through a night may live! Let but her joys be guiltless, Mirth again Will, when the season sweet returns, revive: Then let to-morrow bring or bliss or pain : All are united now by Pleasure's flowery chain! VI. Fair silver pillars grace the spacious halls : A master-spirit now the harp awakes, Till to its inmost core each hearer's bosom shakes! VII. And here and there from golden urns arise, As suits capricious luxury, invite To sweet repose indeed each pleasure-laden wight. I pass VIII. the dance, the converse soft between, As fly the hours along with rapid pace. Lo! in her chair of state Golconda's Queen Sits goddess-like; majestic is her face, Yet mild, as well becomes her pride of place. Even Fatima in pomp of beauty ne'er Received fair Montague with such a grace As this all-beauteous queen withouten glare Of rank receives her guests-how winning is her air! IX. Profusely gay, the exuberance of joy All feel-all feel their spirits mounting high! One feast of happiness, that ne'er can cloy, Life seems to them, though death perchance be nigh. Why should fair bosoms ever heave a sigh? Are as medicinal balm when grief the heart o'erfills. X. In whirls fantastical the waters dance, Springing from fountains jasper-paved; the noon Of pearl shines mildly o'er the vast saloon. On earth, heaven's matchless splendours vainly emulate! XI. The banquet is prepared with sumptuous cost: ; (So fine their art, the like was never found,) Peris most exquisitely wrought in gold, And other delicate sprites in Eastern fables told! XII. As if "instinct with living spirits," sing Would e'en the painter's shrewdest ken confuse. Those who despise dear Nature's charms ;) and see As the boughs stir-the birds all join in harmony. XIII. Wealth, inexhaustible as Danaë's shower, That Innocence within her hair might weave Cherish these deep-sown feelings, ye shall reap A harvest of delight, when Pride in dust shall sleep! XIV. Not that I scorn this fête unparagon'd: |