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SIR WILLIAM JONES.

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1746–1794.

A Persian Song.

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Sweet maid, if thou would'st charm my sight,

And bid these arms thy neck infold;

That rosy cheek, that lily hand,

Would give thy poet more delight

Than all Bocara's vaunted gold,

Than all the gems of Samarcand.

Boy, let yon liquid ruby flow,

And bid thy pensive heart be glad,

Whate'er the frowning zealots say:

Tell them, their Eden cannot show

A stream so clear as Rocnabad,

A bower so sweet as Mosellay.

Speak not of fate: Ah! change the theme,

And talk of odours, talk of wine,

Talk of the flowers that round us bloom:

'Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream;

To love and joy thy thoughts confine,

Nor hope to pierce the sacred gloom.

Beauty has such resistless power,

That even the chaste Egyptian dame

Sigh'd for the blooming Hebrew boy;

For her how fatal was the hour,

When to the banks of Nilus came

A youth so lovely and so coy.

But ah! sweet maid, my counsel hear

(Youth should attend when those advise

Whom long experience renders sage):

While musick charms the ravish'd ear;

While sparkling cups delight our eyes,

Be gay; and scorn the frowns of age.

What cruel answer have I heard?

And yet, by heaven, I love thee still:

Can aught be cruel from thy lip?

Yet say, how fell that bitter word

From lips which streams of sweetness fill,

Which nought but drops of honey sip?

Go boldly forth, my simple lay,

Whose accents flow with artless ease.

Like orient pearls at random strung:

Thy notes are sweet, the damsels say;

But O! far sweeter, if they please

The nymph for whom these notes are sung.

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