Here you will find the Poem Nepenthe of poet George Darley
O BLEST unfabled Incense Tree, That burns in glorious Araby, With red scent chalicing the air, Till earth-life grow Elysian there! Half buried to her flaming breast In this bright tree she makes her nest, Hundred-sunned Ph?nix! when she must Crumble at length to hoary dust; Her gorgeous death-bed, her rich pyre Burnt up with aromatic fire; Her urn, sight-high from spoiler men, Her birthplace when self-born again. The mountainless green wilds among, Here ends she her unechoing song: With amber tears and odorous sighs Mourned by the desert where she dies.
