On, on it glanced, to be afresh pursued,
The pilgrim’s courage glowing unsubdued,
His soul on fire—his panting heart delighted!
But where the sunset’s heav’n-unfolding flood
Streams through the columns of the Banian wood,
Alas! ’tis melting from his eager eye,
Fading away with the quick fading beams—
A lovely phantom from the Land of Dreams—
Gone, as it came, to bowers beyond the sky.
’Neath dreamy twilight’s twinkling, dew-fed lamp,