RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS. I. WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free In the silken sail of infancy, The tide of time flow'd back with me, The forward-flowing tide of time; And many a sheeny summer-morn, Of good Haroun Alraschid. RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS. II. Anight my shallop, rustling thro' The low and bloomed foliage, drove The fragrant, glistening deeps, and clove By garden porches on the brim, In sooth it was a goodly time, III. Often, where clear-stemm'd platans guard The outlet, did I turn away The boat-head down a broad canal From the main river sluiced, where all The sloping of the moon-lit sward Was damask-work, and deep inlay 23 Of braided blooms unmown, which crept Adown to where the waters slept. A goodly place, a goodly time, For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid. IV. A motion from the river won Ridged the smooth level, bearing on My shallop through the star-strown calm, I enter'd, from the clearer light, Imbower'd vaults of pillar'd palm, Imprisoning sweets, which, as they clomb Heavenward, were stay'd beneath the dome Of hollow boughs.-A goodly time, For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid. V. Still onward; and the clear canal Is rounded to as clear a lake. From the green rivage many a fall Thro' little crystal arches low Down from the central fountain's flow VI. Above thro' many a bowery turn With odour in the golden prime VII. Far off, and where the lemon-grove In closest coverture upsprung, The living airs of middle night Died round the bulbul as he sung; Not he but something which possess'd : The darkness of the world, delight, Life, anguish, death, immortal love, VIII. Black the garden-bowers and grots Slumber'd the solemn palms were ranged Above, unwoo'd of summer wind: A sudden splendour from behind Flush'd all the leaves with rich gold-green, And, flowing rapidly between |