From Syria’s palmy groves to Andalusia’s shore.
XXXV.
Those years have past in radiance—they have past,
As sinks the daystar in the tropic main;
His parting beams no soft reflection cast,
They burn—are quench’d—and deepest shadows reign.
And Fame and Science have not left a trace
In the vast regions of the Moslem’s power,—
Regions, to intellect a desert space,
A wild without a fountain or a flower,