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FAREWELL-farewell to thee, ARABY's
(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.
Oh! fair as the sea-flower close to thee growing,
How light was thy heart till love's witchery came,
Like the wind of the south o'er a summer lute blowing
And hush'd all its music and wither'd its frame !
But long upon ARABY's green sunny highlands,
Shall maids and their lovers remember the doom
Of her who lies sleeping among the Pearl Islands,
With nought but the sea-star to light up her tomb.
And still, when the merry date season is burning,
And calls to the palm-groves the young and the old,
The happiest there, from their pastime returning,
when thy story
At sunset, will weep
The young village maid, when with flowers she dresses
Her dark-flowing hair, for some festival day,
Will think of thy fate, till, neglecting her tresses,
She mournfully turns from the mirror
Nor shall IRAN, belov'd of her hero! forget thee,
Tho' tyrants watch over her tears as they start;
Close, close by the side of that hero she'll set thee,
Embalmed in the innermost shrine of her heart.
Farewell-be it ours to embellish thy
With every thing beauteous that grows in the deep : Each flower of the rock,
and each gem
of the billow,
Shall sweeten thy bed, and illumine thy sleep.
Around thee shall glisten the loveliest amber
That ever the sorrowing sea-bird has wept;
With many a shell, in whose hollowwreath'd chamber,
We, Peris of ocean, by moonlight have slept.
We'll dive where the gardens of coral lie darkling,
And plant all the rosiest stems at thy head:
We'll seek where the sands of the Caspian are sparkling,
And gather their gold to strew over thy bed.
Farewell-farewell-until pity's sweet fountain
Is lost in the hearts of the fair and the brave,
They'll weep for the chieftain who died on that mountain; They'll weep for the maiden who sleeps in this wave.
THE LIGHT GUITAR.
OH! leave the gay and festive scenes, The halls of dazzling light,
And rove with me through forests
I'll tell you how the maiden wept,
I'll tell thee how the steed drew nigh,
But if my tale should make thee sigh,
ISLE OF BEAUTY, FARE THEE WELL SHADES of ev'ning close not o'er us,
Leave our lonely bark awhile, Morn, Alas! will not restore us, Yonder dim and distant isle : Still my fancy can discover,
Sunny spots where friends may dwell, Darker shadows round us hover, Isle of beauty, fare thee well.
'Tis the hour when happy faces,
Smile around the taper's light; Who will fill our vacant places?
Who will sing our songs to-night? Through the mists that float above us
Faintly sounds the vesper bell; Like a voice from those who love us, Breathing fondly, fare thee well.
When the waves are round me breaking,
Some green leaf to rest upon: What would I not give to wander, Where my old companions dwell, Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Isle of beauty, fare thee well!