E’er bathed in dews of paler earthly flowers,
The light of Aden on its green wings bringing;
Still, as he gazed, its colors richer grew—
At length, through morn’s fresh glades, away it flew,
Leaving the lone mosque with its music ringing.
The Dervish followed over mount and plain,
The spirit-bird still flitting on before him,
Th’ hour-numbering sun unheeded speeding o’er him—
He was all ear to drink its gushing strain.
A vain pursuit!—scarce on the bough alighted,