Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.

A Persian's heaven is easily made: 'Tis but black eyes and lemonade.

Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, Th…

I feel like one, Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed!

O'er folded blooms On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk.

The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves.

Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging low with sullen roar.