HERODOTUS AS A BOTANIST. 89 



" Hence over Egypt's palmy groves, 

 Her grots, and sepulchres of kings, 

 The exiled Spirit sighing roves 

 And now hangs listening to the doves 

 In warm Rosetta's vale, now loves 

 To watch the moonlight on the wings 

 Of the white pelicans that break 

 The azure calm of Moeris' Lake. 

 'Twas a fair scene — a land more bright 

 Never did mortal eye behold ! 

 Who could have thought, that saw this night 

 Those valleys, and their fruits of gold 

 Basking in heaven's serenest light. 

 Those groups of lovely date trees bending 

 Languidly their leaf crowned heads 

 Like youthful maids, when sleep descending 

 Warns them to theii' silken beds. 

 Those virgin lilies all the night 

 Bathing their beauties in the lake. 

 That they may rise more fresh and bright 

 When their beloved Sun's awake." 



T. Moore, Lcdla Roohh, p. 257. 



" Farewell, ye vanishing flowers, that shone 

 In my fairy wreath, so light and brief, 

 Oh ! what are the brightest that e'er have blown 

 To the lote-tree, springing by AUa's throne, 

 Whose flowers have a soul in every leaf." {Addenda V.) 



Lalla Roohh, p. 261. 



" And amply Selim quaff's of each 

 And seems resolved the floods shall reach 

 His inmost heart — shedding around 

 A genial deluge, as they run. 

 That soon shall leave no spot undrown'd 

 For Love to rest his wings upon. 

 He little knew how blest the boy 

 Can float upon a goblet's streams. 

 Lighting them with his smile of joy ; 

 As bards have seen him in their dreams 

 Down the blue Ganges laughing glide 

 Upon a rosy lotus wreath. 

 Catching new lustre from the tide. 

 That with his image shone beneath." 



Lalla Roohh, p. 299 



" Lakes that endlessly outspread 

 Their lone waters, lone and dead, 

 Their still waters, — still and chilly, 

 With the snows of the lolling lilv. 



