ARABIA
Tj\\R are the shades of Arabia,
" Where the Princes ride at noon,
'Mid the verdurous vales and thickets,
Under the ghost of the moon ;
And so dark is that vaulted purple 5
Flowers in the forest rise
And toss into blossom "gainst the phantom stars
Pale in the noonday skies.
Sweet is the music of Arabia-
In my heart, when out of dreams 10
I still in the thin clear mirk of dawn
Descry her gliding streams ;
Hear her strange lutes on the green banks
Ring loud with the grief and delight
Of the dim-silked, dark-haired Musicians 15
In the brooding silence of night.
They, haunt me—her lutes and her forests.;
No beauty on earth I see
3ut shadowed with that dreams recalls
Her loveliness to me: 20
Still eyes look coldly upon me,
Cold voices whisper and say—
le is crazed with the spell of far Arabia,
They have stolen his wits away.'