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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=533785" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rajah’s Sapphires</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN my garden, O Beloved!<br>Many pleasant trees are growing,<br>Peach, and apricot, and apple,<br>Myrtle, lilac, and laburnum. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair are they, but midst them lonely,<br>Like an exiled Eastern Princess<br>In a strange land far from kindred,<br>Stands a lonely fair Pomegranate. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dreaming of its native Orient<br>Always is the fair Pomegranate,<br>And beneath it I lie dreaming<br>Of thine eyes and thee, Beloved! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Overhead its red globes, gleaming<br>Like red moons, old tales recall of<br>Eastern moons and songs of Hafiz—<br>Nightingales, and wine, and roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And at times it seems a mystic<br>Tree Circéan, whose red fruit is<br>Broken hearts of old-time lovers,<br>Thus their secrets sad revealing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And within each red sun-cloven<br>Glossy globe, like little rosy<br>Hearts within a great heart glowing,<br>Glow translucent seeds of crimson. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like the fruit of the Pomegranate<br>Full of little hearts my heart is,<br>And the little hearts so glowing<br>They are thoughts of thee, Beloved! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Haply these at times are woven<br>In with dreams of the Pomegranate;<br>Thus, perchance, I dreamt the wondrous<br>Dream within a dream here written. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In his palace-hall, methought, I<br>Saw a splendid Indian Rajah;<br>Fame and Fortune were his vassals,<br>But his heart was sad within him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Round him stood his chiefs and captains.<br>“Great art thou,” they cried, “O Rajah!<br>And thy hand is strong in battle.”<br>But he smiled not at their speeches. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silently through his Zenana<br>Passed he, glanced with cold and careless<br>Eyes at women, fair as houris<br>Seen in visions bred of hasheesh. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like to dawn, and noon, and starry<br>Night—like all the moods of passion—<br>Were they, rose-and-white Circassians,<br>Amber Hindoos, dark-eyed Persians. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dancing girls with golden armlets,<br>Golden rings around their ankles—<br>Making music clear, melodious<br>As the plash of crystal fountains </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heard in still, hot nights of summer—<br>Danced the Lovers’ Dance before him;<br>But he heeded not their dancing,<br>For his heart was sad within him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thence unto his treasure-chamber<br>Strode he—there to gaze on gems that<br>Rajahs dead had won and hoarded;<br>Tragic-storied, splendid jewels— </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flashing diamonds, like fallen<br>Stars, for whose bright evil beauty<br>Blood in old days had been spilt that<br>Should have made them burn like rubies; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Emeralds greener than Spring’s garments,<br>Pearls like unto tears of Peris<br>Weeping by the gates of Eden;<br>Opals with their fateful lustre. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long on these, and countless other<br>Many-coloured gems, the Rajah<br>Gazed, but found no more delight in<br>Their sun-flashing brilliant beauty. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had dreamt a dream enchanting<br>Of twin-sapphires, blue as Heaven,<br>And his heart was filled with hunger<br>And with yearning to possess them. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore unto his Vizier he<br>Told his dream, and gave command that<br>He should seek the wide world over,<br>Till he found the wondrous sapphires. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Doth that sad Vizier still wander<br>O’er the earth the sapphires seeking?<br>Sooth, I know not—but I know that<br>He will never find them, never. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For they were no cold, bright sapphires<br>That the Rajah in his dream saw. . . .<br>Waking from my dream I knew that<br>They were thy blue eyes, Beloved!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Victor+James+Daley">Victor James Daley</a><div class=q>
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Many pleasant trees are growing,
Peach, and apricot, and apple,
Myrtle, lilac, and laburnum. 

Fair are they, but midst them lonely,
Like an exiled Eastern Princess
In a strange land far from kindred,
Stands a lonely fair ..."></div>
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