AMIR KHAN.
PART I.
Brightly O'er spire, and dome, and tower,
The pale moon shone at midnight hour,
While all beneath her smile of light
Was resting there in calm delight:
Evening, with robe of stars, appears,
Bright as repentant Peri's tears,
And o'er her turban's fleecy fold
Night's crescent streamed with rays of gold;
While every crystal cloud of heaven
Bowed as it passed the queen of even.
The pale moon shone at midnight hour,
While all beneath her smile of light
Was resting there in calm delight:
Evening, with robe of stars, appears,
Bright as repentant Peri's tears,
And o'er her turban's fleecy fold
Night's crescent streamed with rays of gold;
While every crystal cloud of heaven
Bowed as it passed the queen of even.
Beneath, calm Cashmere's lovely vale1
Breathed perfumes to the sighing gale;
The amaranth and tuberose,
Convolvulus in deep repose,
Bent to each breeze which swept their bed,
Or scarcely kissed the dew, and fled;
The bulbul, with his lay of love,2
Sang, 'mid the stillness of the grove;
The gulnare blushed a deeper hue,3
And trembling shed a shower of dew,
Breathed perfumes to the sighing gale;
The amaranth and tuberose,
Convolvulus in deep repose,
Bent to each breeze which swept their bed,
Or scarcely kissed the dew, and fled;
The bulbul, with his lay of love,2
Sang, 'mid the stillness of the grove;
The gulnare blushed a deeper hue,3
And trembling shed a shower of dew,
