The infant listened to the strain,
Now here, now there, its thoughts were driven--
But the Fay and the Peri waited in vain,
The soul soared above such a sensual gain--
The child rose to Heaven.

_Asiatic Journal_





LES ORIENTALES.--1829.



THE SCOURGE OF HEAVEN.

_("La, voyez-vous passer, la nuee.")_

[I., November, 1828.]


I.

Hast seen it pass, that cloud of darkest rim?
Now red and glorious, and now gray and dim,
Now sad as summer, barren in its heat?
One seems to see at once rush through the night
The smoke and turmoil from a burning site