Detdiar sidj as efterluket wurden.
THE HAREEM.
Thank God, the lingering sun hath set at last !
The daily task is o'er;
Another long, long day of exile past !
Oh, that there were no more !
What though yon glorious western sky doth blaze
With purple, gold, and green,
While the east trembles with those opal rays
By northern eyes unseen !
What though from the transparent heavens so clear
The stars are stooping low !
The greeting of their smile, that comes so near,
Seems but to mock my woe.
