AMIR KHAN.
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'Twas silent: not a voice was heard—
No sigh, no murmur, not one word
Was echoed through that brilliant hall;
The spell of silence hung o'er all;
For there had paused the wing of death,
The midnight spirit's withering breath.
No sigh, no murmur, not one word
Was echoed through that brilliant hall;
The spell of silence hung o'er all;
For there had paused the wing of death,
The midnight spirit's withering breath.
At that still hour no sound arose
To break the charm of deep repose;
The lake was glittering, and the breeze
Sighed softly through the tzinnar trees,
And kissed the Wuller's wave of blue,
Or sipped the gull's light trembling dew;
But not a murmur, not a sigh
Was wafted by the night-breeze by,
Through that wide hall and princely bower,
At midnight's calm and solemn hour!
To break the charm of deep repose;
The lake was glittering, and the breeze
Sighed softly through the tzinnar trees,
And kissed the Wuller's wave of blue,
Or sipped the gull's light trembling dew;
But not a murmur, not a sigh
Was wafted by the night-breeze by,
Through that wide hall and princely bower,
At midnight's calm and solemn hour!
O! where was Love his night-watch keeping!
Or was the truant sweetly sleeping?
Where was he at that hour of rest,
By him created, claimed, and blessed?
Where were the tears of Love, and Sorrow,
The sigh which Sympathy can borrow?
Where were regret, and chill despair?
Where was Amreta?—where, O where?
Or was the truant sweetly sleeping?
Where was he at that hour of rest,
By him created, claimed, and blessed?
Where were the tears of Love, and Sorrow,
The sigh which Sympathy can borrow?
Where were regret, and chill despair?
Where was Amreta?—where, O where?
Hark! 'tis the night-breeze softly playing,
Through veils of glittering silver straying—
No! 'tis a step—so quick, so light,
That the wild flower which weeps at night,
Through veils of glittering silver straying—
No! 'tis a step—so quick, so light,
That the wild flower which weeps at night,
