THE gorgeous blossoms of that magic tree Beneath whose shade I sat a thousand nights, Breathed from their opening petals all delights Embalmed in spice of Orient Poesy, When first, young Persian, I beheld thine eyes, And felt the wonder of thy beauty grow Within my brain, as some fair planet's glow Deepens, and fills the summer evening skies. From under thy dark lashes shone on me The rich, voluptuous soul of Eastern land, Impassioned, tender, calm, serenely sad, -- Such as immortal Hafiz felt when he Sang by the fountain-streams of Rocnabad, Or in the bowers of blissful Samarcand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOLUNTARIES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON WINTER EVENING by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN BALL'S BLUFF; A REVERIE by HERMAN MELVILLE THE HIGHER GOOD by THEODORE PARKER CRUCIFIXION TO THE WORLD BY THE CROSS OF CHRIST by ISAAC WATTS OUR WEAKNESS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |