Persian Sonnets - Part 4
The moonlight glistens on the snowy plain:
I hear her voice: the doors fling open wide;
There stand the winged steeds, the North Wind's pride,
He gave me for my own: again, again
She calls: I grasp the snow-bejewelled rein,
And glimmering in the moonlight at my side
She sits, and whispers me, my faery bride,
Mysterious words of tender joy and pain.
Away, away! the northern glory streams
Before us — soft and bright the moonlight falls,
Pure snow beneath; above, the stainless sky —
Until we reach the palace of my dreams,
The gleaming towers and the magic halls,
Where we shall dwell together, she and I.
I hear her voice: the doors fling open wide;
There stand the winged steeds, the North Wind's pride,
He gave me for my own: again, again
She calls: I grasp the snow-bejewelled rein,
And glimmering in the moonlight at my side
She sits, and whispers me, my faery bride,
Mysterious words of tender joy and pain.
Away, away! the northern glory streams
Before us — soft and bright the moonlight falls,
Pure snow beneath; above, the stainless sky —
Until we reach the palace of my dreams,
The gleaming towers and the magic halls,
Where we shall dwell together, she and I.
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