Fakeer of Jungheera 2.18
Should severed be, and find that all beyond
That withering moment is but solitude;
And then the soul its dreary widowhood
Bewails in chaos! Love's adieu when spoken
Leaves nothing to the heart for ever broken.
Of all the visions that once bright could be
O! what remains ?— nought but their memory!
They're parted! With his band, that outlaw bold
For plunder armed now quits his rocky hold.
In starry fragments by the potent stroke
Of dashing oars the crystal billow's broke;
The bark swims onward, like a water sprite
At play beneath the beauteous eye of night;
Her pointed prow has kissed the moonlit strand
That now receives the Robber and his band.
Then to the secret haunt, and there to each
His desperate duty shall their captain teach,
Each man his charge * * * *
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