The flood may pour from morn till night
Nor wash the pretty Indians white."
And so onward, through many a page.
This picture of the first days of Spring, from Enweri, seems to belong to Hafiz:—
"O'er the garden water goes the wind alone
To rasp and to polish the cheek of the wave;
The fire is quenched on the dear hearthstone,
But it burns again on the tulips brave."
Friendship is a favorite topic of the Eastern poets, and they have matched on this head the absoluteness of Montaigne.
Hafiz says,—