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But God, the just, who now and then
Speaks in the soul's emphatic dream,
Took Seyd the murmurer, that night,
And led him to Kur's wakeful stream,
Which lay in the moon's beam,
Blooming with lilies of her light.
Speaks in the soul's emphatic dream,
Took Seyd the murmurer, that night,
And led him to Kur's wakeful stream,
Which lay in the moon's beam,
Blooming with lilies of her light.
There curved the mountain line away;
And there, the murmuring lapse of blue
Let in between green silences,
To ripple the level smoothness through;—
And 'mid soft light and dew,
Temur's hushed palace rose into the skies.
And there, the murmuring lapse of blue
Let in between green silences,
To ripple the level smoothness through;—
And 'mid soft light and dew,
Temur's hushed palace rose into the skies.
What life in every peaceful thing!
What trance of living, joyful might!
The heavens may breathe it unto men,
And bulbuls by the charmed light
Sing it to sacred night,
But who may utter it again?
What trance of living, joyful might!
The heavens may breathe it unto men,
And bulbuls by the charmed light
Sing it to sacred night,
But who may utter it again?
