Hot blows the wild simoom across the waste, The desert waste, amid the dreary sand, With fiery breath swift burning up the land, O'er the scared pilgrim, speeding on in haste,...
Ever restless, ever toiling, Fretting fiercely on its narrow bounds, Still filling heaven and earth with mournful sounds, Old ocean, sullen from its rocks recoiling,...
How light and pleasant is the way Across this quiet valley, whose soft mead Springs lightly as the air that angels tread, Beneath our footsteps weariless all day! This crystal river flowing by our side,...
Night's heavy hand is lifted up at last, And my freed heart beats evenly again, Unpress'd by that dull heavy weight of pain Cast backward from the unforgotten Past;...
There is a land whereon the sun's warm gaze, God-like, all-seeing, falls right down through space, And the weak Earth, quite smitten by its rays, Lies scorch'd and powerless with mute silent face,...
Where art thou, oh! my Beautiful? Afar I seek thee sadly, till the day is done, And o'er the splendour of the setting sun, Cold, calm, and silvery, floats the evening star;...