Is Love's own self, Life's only chance ..."
He saw not where the other died,
But pressed on strongly, loth to halt
At Persia's pride, Rose-Ispahan,
Whose hawks are bathed in pure cobalt.
To meet the singing caravan
Came henna-bearded prince and sage
With henna-fingered houris, who
Strove to retard the pilgrimage,
Saying: "Our streets are fair and you