The elephant that crushes strong
And elastic bamboos an the scorpion's brood;

And the men of the trees
With their families fierce,
Till there is not one scorching breeze
But brings here its venom--its horror to pierce--

Yet, rather there be lone,
'Mid all those horrors there,
Than hear the sickly honeyed tone
And see the swimming eyes of Noormahal the Fair!

[Footnote 1: Noormahal (Arabic) the light of the house; some of the
Orientals deem fair hair and complexion a beauty.]



THE DJINNS.

_("Murs, ville et port.")_

[XXVIII., Aug. 28, 1828.]


Town, tower,
Shore, deep,
Where lower
Cliff's steep;
Waves gray,