Category: Poetry
Ferangis, at thy feet I lay These roses from the haunted coast Of Faristan, whose poets boast Their Rocknabad and Mosellay; For I was in Shiraz to-day, With ancient Hafiz for my host, Who, like a comfortable ghost, With Persian roses crowned my stay. They are thy tribute from...
Ferangis, at thy feet I lay These roses from the haunted coast Of Faristan, whose poets boast Their Rocknabad and Mosellay; For I was in Shiraz to-day, With ancient Hafiz for my...
2. Part 2Once in my way an Arab story came Relating how a poet, drugged with wine, Watched from the tavern door where the divine Pale moon lit all the sky with silver flame; And crying,...