Land of Delight! you did not hold us long: Three moons we spent with Hassan, but those three, Like flies in amber, lie in memory — Three languid moons, three moons of dream and song. When Hassan played, the musky winds of night Trembled, and turned to music with delight! Lo! it was melody's insanity: Now 'twas a honey-throated nightingale, And now a sigh, a soul in agony, A troubled dead-march with melodious wail, A fall of tears — then it came daintily, Like the perfumèd air that smote the sail Of Cleopatra's golden barge, when she Sailed down to Tarsus to Mark Antony. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUN by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE WRECK OF THE CIRCUS TRAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH NEW YEAR'S EVE by DAVID IGNATOW THE RETURN (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPECIAL PLEADING by SIDNEY LANIER TO TWO UNKNOWN LADIES by AMY LOWELL |