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THE POET IN THE EAST.
The Poet came to the Land of the East,
When Spring was in the air :
So young she seemed, and fair ;
His soul was native there.
All things to him were the visible forms
Of early and precious dreams Familiar visions that mocked his quest
Beside the Western streams, Or gleamed in the gold of the clouds, unrolled
In the sunset's dying beams.
He looked above in the cloudless calm,
And the Sun sat on his throne;
The breath of gardens, deep in balm,
Was all about him blown, And a brother to him was the princely Palm,
For he cannot live alone.
His feet went forth on the myrtled hills,
And the flowers their welcome shed ;
They knew the Poet's tread,
The poppy's bonfire spread.
And, half in shade and half in sun,
The Rose sat in her bower, With a passionate thrill in her crimson heart
She had waited for the hour! And, like a bride's, the Poet kissed
The lips of the glorious flower.
Then the Nightingale, who sat above
In the boughs of the citron tree, Sang: We are no rivals, brother mine,
Except in minstrelsy ; For the rose you kissed with the kiss of love
Is faithful still to me.
And further sang the Nightingale :
Your bower not distant lies.
From the jasmined window rise,
I saw the Sultana's eyes.
The Poet said : I will here abide,
In the Sun's unclouded door; Here are the wells of all delight
On the lost Arcadian shore : Here is the light on sea and land,
And the dream deceives no more.
THE TEMPTATION OF HASSAN BEN
Hassan Ben Khaled, singing in the streets
But two days after this, he came again
and I remarked an altered strain.