THE ORIENTAL LOVE-LETTER. By Mrs. Pickersgill, Authoress of Tales of the Harem. The Sun in parting splendor set Lit up each pure and gushing stream; And leaves and flowers were gemm'd with dew, Lavished on buds of every hue, Which like a fair Sultana's zone, And in her own sequester'd bower, Of Eve had chos'n her lonely seat; In vain the beauteous woodbines wound, Wafting their tribute of perfume And laughing in their roseate bloom; For all neglected lay her lute Whose every moving strain was mute! |