Consigns her to the arms of night;
And many a mosque and idol-fane
Reflect the crimson hue of shame,
Which slowly seems to ebb away
The vital tide of dying day.
By yon blue mountain’s brow afar
Now twinkles bright the evening star;
Translucent ray! the brightest gem
That decks its glittering diadem.
Now deeper shades invest the shore,