Posts Tagged ‘Araby’

…………The Phoenix

O blest unfabled Incense Tree,
That burns in glorious Araby,
With red scent chalicing the air,
Till earth-life grow Elysian there! 

Half-buried to her flaming breast
In this bright tree, she makes her nest,
Hundred-sunned Phoenix! when she must
Crumble at length to hoary dust! 

Her gorgeous deathbed! her rich pyre
Burnt up with aromatic fire!
Her urn, sight high from spoiler men!
Her birthplace when self-born again! 

The mountainless green wilds among,
Here ends she her unechoing song!
With amber tears and odorous sighs
Mourned by the desert where she dies!


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           The Dreary Change

The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill,
   In Ettrick’s vale, is sinking sweet;
The westland wind is hush and still,
   The lake lies sleeping at my feet.
Yet not the landscape to mine eye
   Bears those bright hues that once it bore,
Though evening, with her richest dye,
   Flames o’er the hills of Ettrick’s shore. 

With listless look along the plain,
   I see Tweed’s silver current glide,
And coldly mark the holy fane
   Of Melrose rise in ruined pride.
The quiet lake, the balmy air,
   The hill, the stream, the tower, the tree –
Are they still such as once they were?
   Or is the dreary change in me? 

Alas, the warped and broken board,
   How can it bear the painter’s dye!
The harp of strained and tuneless chord,
   How to the minstrel’s skill reply!
To aching eyes each landscape lowers,
   To feverish pulse each gale blows chill;
And Araby’s or Eden’s bowers
   Were barren as this moorland hill.

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