Rise at my call and bow before me,
And they bear me down to their coral caves,
Where ever the roll of Sapphire waves
Thro’ vaulted roof and temples dim,
Sounds forth a strange and solemn hymn.
But would’st thou know where I love to dwell,
And where I weave my strongest spell,—
Where beameth the light of woman’s eye,
Where flowers spring up, there, there, am I!”
S.