THE AZRA.
AFTER HEINE.
Daily walked the fair and lovely
Sultan's daughter in the twilight, -
In the twilight by the fountain,
Where the sparkling waters plash.
Daily stood the young slave silent
In the twilight by the fountain,
Where the plashing waters sparkle,
Pale and paler every day.
Once by twilight came the princess
Up to him with rapid questions:
"I would know thy name, thy nation,
Whence thou comest, who thou art."
And the young slave said, "My name is
Mahomet, I come from Yemmen.
I am of the sons of Azra,
Men who perish if they love."
GOOD AND BAD LUCK.
AFTER HEINE.
Good luck is the gayest of all gay girls,
Long in one place she will not stay;
Back from your brow she strokes the curls,
Kisses you quick and flies away.
But Madame Bad Luck soberly comes
And stays,--no fancy has she for flitting, -
Snatches of true love-songs she hums,
And sits by your bed, and brings her knitting.
L'AMOUR DU MENSONGE.
AFTER CHARLES BAUDELAIRE.
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