Below me half a world I see outspread;            Above, blue heaven; around, peaks of snow;    And yet the happy pulse of life is slow,            I dream of distant…

    The reverent Mussulman bends low to greet            You, Tschatir Dagh, Crimea’s bright-masted ship!    World-altar,–minaret–the place where dip            Down stairs from golden Heaven for the feet!    You guard the door…

   Oh, thankless Crimean land! in ruin laid            Are now the castles that were once your pride!    Here serpents and the owls from daylight hide,            And robbers arm them…

  (Mirza)     Pray! Pray! Let loose the bridle. Look not down!            The humble horse alone has wisdom here.    He knows where blackest the abysses leer            And where the path…

    They sleep well here whom Allah loved and kept            And treasured in his vineyard fair and fine,    Most lustrous of the Orient pearls that shine,            Which youth found…

    In Spring of love and life, My Polish Rose,            You faded and forgot the joy of youth;    Bright butterfly, it brushed you, then left ruth            Of bitter memory…

    Across sea-meadows measureless I go,            My wagon sinking under grass so tall    The flowery petals in foam on me fall,            And blossom-isles float by I do not know.    No…

    On Juda’s Cliff I love to lean and look            On waves that battling beat and break with might,    While farther seaward in a bland delight,            I see them…

  (Pilgrim)     What would Great Allah with the frozen sea?            Would he of icy clouds a throne carve bright,    Or would the demons of the deepest night            A bar…

    The flag is listless, limp. It dances not.            As deep the sea breathes from a gentle breast    As any bride who dreams at love’s behest,            And wakes and…