'Tis moonlight over OMAN'S SEA; 214 Her banks of pearl and palmy isles Bask in the night-beam beauteously, And her blue waters sleep in smiles. Of trumpet and the clash of zel,216 Or the light touch of lovers' lutes, To sing him to his golden rest. All hush'd-there's not a breeze in motion; The shore is silent as the ocean. If zephyrs come, so light they come, Nor leaf is stirr'd nor wave is driven; The wind-tower on the EMIR'S dome 217 Even he, that tyrant Arab, sleeps Are starting to avenge the shame His race hath brought on IRAN'S 218 name. Hard, heartless Chief, unmov'd alike Mid eyes that weep, and swords that strike;— To carnage and the Koran given, To mutter o'er some text of God Engraven on his reeking sword; 219- To which his blade, with searching art, Had sunk into its victim's heart! Just ALLA! what must be thy look, When such a wretch before thee stands Unblushing, with thy Sacred Book, Turning the leaves with blood-stain'd hands, And wresting from its page sublime Which, from the sunniest flowers that glad With their pure smile the gardens round, Draw venom forth that drives men mad.220 Never did fierce ARABIA send A satrap forth more direly great; Never was IRAN doom'd to bend Beneath a yoke of deadlier weight. Her throne had fallen-her pride was crush'd- Her towers, where MITHRA once had burn'd, |