Here you will find the Long Poem The Rajahs Sapphires of poet Victor James Daley
IN my garden, O Beloved! Many pleasant trees are growing, Peach, and apricot, and apple, Myrtle, lilac, and laburnum. Fair are they, but midst them lonely, Like an exiled Eastern Princess In a strange land far from kindred, Stands a lonely fair Pomegranate. Dreaming of its native Orient Always is the fair Pomegranate, And beneath it I lie dreaming Of thine eyes and thee, Beloved! Overhead its red globes, gleaming Like red moons, old tales recall of Eastern moons and songs of Hafiz? Nightingales, and wine, and roses. And at times it seems a mystic Tree Circéan, whose red fruit is Broken hearts of old-time lovers, Thus their secrets sad revealing. And within each red sun-cloven Glossy globe, like little rosy Hearts within a great heart glowing, Glow translucent seeds of crimson. Like the fruit of the Pomegranate Full of little hearts my heart is, And the little hearts so glowing They are thoughts of thee, Beloved! Haply these at times are woven In with dreams of the Pomegranate; Thus, perchance, I dreamt the wondrous Dream within a dream here written. In his palace-hall, methought, I Saw a splendid Indian Rajah; Fame and Fortune were his vassals, But his heart was sad within him. Round him stood his chiefs and captains. ?Great art thou,? they cried, ?O Rajah! And thy hand is strong in battle.? But he smiled not at their speeches. Silently through his Zenana Passed he, glanced with cold and careless Eyes at women, fair as houris Seen in visions bred of hasheesh. Like to dawn, and noon, and starry Night?like all the moods of passion? Were they, rose-and-white Circassians, Amber Hindoos, dark-eyed Persians. Dancing girls with golden armlets, Golden rings around their ankles? Making music clear, melodious As the plash of crystal fountains Heard in still, hot nights of summer? Danced the Lovers? Dance before him; But he heeded not their dancing, For his heart was sad within him. Thence unto his treasure-chamber Strode he?there to gaze on gems that Rajahs dead had won and hoarded; Tragic-storied, splendid jewels? Flashing diamonds, like fallen Stars, for whose bright evil beauty Blood in old days had been spilt that Should have made them burn like rubies; Emeralds greener than Spring?s garments, Pearls like unto tears of Peris Weeping by the gates of Eden; Opals with their fateful lustre. Long on these, and countless other Many-coloured gems, the Rajah Gazed, but found no more delight in Their sun-flashing brilliant beauty. He had dreamt a dream enchanting Of twin-sapphires, blue as Heaven, And his heart was filled with hunger And with yearning to possess them. Therefore unto his Vizier he Told his dream, and gave command that He should seek the wide world over, Till he found the wondrous sapphires. Doth that sad Vizier still wander O?er the earth the sapphires seeking? Sooth, I know not?but I know that He will never find them, never. For they were no cold, bright sapphires That the Rajah in his dream saw. . . . Waking from my dream I knew that They were thy blue eyes, Beloved!