TEMUR.
When Temur, chief of Omars, died,
God's angels bore his soul away
Unto full-flowered Paradise:—
There, as the Persian prophets say,
No flower shall feel decay—
Perpetual are the splendid skies.
God's angels bore his soul away
Unto full-flowered Paradise:—
There, as the Persian prophets say,
No flower shall feel decay—
Perpetual are the splendid skies.
But Temur was a tyrant fell:
And Seyd, whose fair first-born had known
The terrors of the Despot's sway,
Murmured, as on his eyelids shone
Rays from the burning throne,
Whitherward oped the angel's way.
And Seyd, whose fair first-born had known
The terrors of the Despot's sway,
Murmured, as on his eyelids shone
Rays from the burning throne,
Whitherward oped the angel's way.
