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cypress is confounded at the grace and majesty of her stature. 

 The Persian poet ascends into the clouds of fiction, and seeks 

 among the aerial race of Peries, some resemblance to his beloved; 

 but seldom contented in this intermediate state, he exalts himself 

 among the stars, the moon and the sun; and his aspiring imagi- 

 nation would soar, no doubt, even above these. Seeking objects 

 of comparison, could imagination conceive any more beautiful, 

 more brilliant, more sublime \" 



Zeida was not a dull pupil in this school; she felt that life 

 without love is of little value, as poignantly as Khosroo, Hafiz, or 

 any of the Persian poets. The sentiments, so much extolled in 

 the Yusef Zelekha of Jami, only express those, which, in unstudied 

 language, flowed from the lips of Zeida at this affecting interview. 



" Enrapt Zelekha, all her soul on fire, 



*' Flew from her home, t'accomplish her desire ; 



" The raven night now slowly wings its way, 

 " The bird of morning hails the new-born day : 



" Th' enchanting warblers sing in rival pride, 

 " The blooming rose-buds throw their veils aside: 



" The virgin jasmin bathes her face in dew, 

 " The violet scents her locks of azure hue: 



" But sad Zelekha knows no pleasing rest, 



" While hopes and fears possess her anxious breast : 



" Her powers of reason wild despair disarms, 

 " Prompting to scatter all her roseate charms : 



" Smiling, to all she wears the face of joy, 



" A thousand flames her burning breast destroy. 



