Land of lost gods and godlike men.
I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day.
Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire.
Go let thy less than woman's hand Assume the distaff not the brand.
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.
For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.