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 "Another time. Good mother ? for me it would ill-become To tarry long, while all my comrades wait Upon the river's bank, whereas we flew Our pigeons, mine" - "Tis safe," she interposed, And dragged him by the arm through several gates And left him at bright pool's brink and shut A gate or two and slipt.1

And he like one From midnight slumbers snatched to moonlight bowers In Persian values, by some love-sick Peri, With wonder looked around at seenes the like He never saw before. All over the park A hundred fountains flew with rainbows decked And full of golden foam; a Jessamine sea About him spread, and at his feet a pond Now one by one her colored lilies closed. More varied lay the scene beyond, where spread As far as eye could reach an endless grove. With raptured eve the prince surveyed the scene And took his way to where one water broad Shone in the morning sun, and stood reclined To a youthful tree that kissed the water's face He was a learned youth' and not to him Unknown the magic realms that poets trod Before; and spake to him each bird and bloom Some poetic tale or moral sweet. He mused And musing stood, lost in a world of charms. గురుజాడలు