Fakeer of Jungheera 1.20
From all that makes existence dear,
The sunny smile, the love-breathed lay,
The joys that soothe, the hopes that cheer;
From earth, with all the stars and flowers
That burn and bloom beneath the sky;
From every bliss that life makes ours,
Away for ever far to fly;
Like other wild and giddy things
To give the soul delirious wings,
And bid it, like its fancies free,
Wander beyond reality—
This may to colder spirits seem
As fearful as a maniac's dream!
It is as if we left the strand
Of some delightful fairy land,
Where birds and bees their music twine
Making existence most divine;
Where perfumes breathe, and breezes creep,
Where skies their dew in diamonds weep,
And sweetness in each sigh is shed—
It is as if from these we fled
With reckless heart, and quite alone,
And trusting to some fragile bark,
Had madly risked our all upon
A waste of water drear and dark.