Going Into Darkness
'It is that hour when dusky night
Comes gathering o're departing light,
When hue by hue and ray by ray,
Thine eye may watch it waste away,
Until thou canst no more behold
The faded tints of pallid gold
And soft descended the shades of night,
As did those hues so purely bright;
And in the blue sky, star by star,
Shines out, like happiness afar;
A wilderness of worlds! - To well
In one, with those we have loved well
Where bliss indeed! - The waters flow
Gurgling, in darkest hue below,
And 'gainst the shore the ripple breaks
As from its cave, the east wind wakes,
But lo! where Dian's crest on high appears,
Faint as the memory of departing years.
NIGHT
The moon is gone; and thus go those we love;
The night winds wail; and thus for them we mourn;
The stars look down; thus spirits from above
Hallow the mourners' tears upon the urn.
Some thoughts are all of joy, and some of love;
Mine end in tears - they're welcome - let them flow
……………………………… We look around,
But vainly look for those who formed a part
Of us, as we of them, and whom we wore
Like gems in bezels, in the heart's deep core.
Where are they now? - gone to that 'narrow cell'
Whose gloom no lamp hath broken, nor shall break
Whose secrets never spirit come to tell: -
Oh that their day might dawn, for them they would awake
DAY
Song Of The Hindustanee Minstrel
I
With surmah tinge the black eye's fringe,
'Twill sparkle like a star;
With roses dress each raven tress,
My only loved Dildar!
II
Dildar! There's many a valued pearl
In richest Oman's sea;
But none, my fair Cashmerian girl!
O! none can rival thee.
III
In Busrah there is many a rose
Which many a maid may seek,
But who shall find a flower which blows
Like that upon thy cheek?
IV
In verdant realms, 'neath sunny skies,
With witching minstrelsy,
We'll favour find in all young eyes,
And all shall welcome thee.
V
Around us now there's but the night,
The heaven alone above;
But soon we'll dwell in cities bright,
Then cheer thee, cheer thee, love!
VI
The heart eternally is blest
Where hope eternal springs;
Then hush thy sorrows all to rest,
We'll treat the courts of kings.
VII
In palace halls our strains we'll raise,
There all our songs shall flow;
Come cheer thee, sweet! for better days
Shall dawn upon our woe.
VIII
Nay weep not, love! thou shouldst not weep,
The world is all our home;
Life's watch together we shall keep,
We'll love where'er we roam.
IX
Like birds from land to land we'll range,
And with our sweet sitar,
Our hearts the same, though worlds may change,
We'll live, and love, Dildar!
