HAFIS, straight to equal thee,One would strive in vain;Though a ship with majestyCleaves the foaming main, Feels its sails swell haughtilyAs it onward hies Crush'd by ocean's stern decree,Wrecked it straightway lies.
Tow'rd thee, songs, light, graceful, free,Mount with cooling gush;Then their glow consumeth me,As like fire they rush.
Yet a thought with ecstasyHath my courage moved;In the land of melodyI have lived and loved.
1815.
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