Sun-bumt his cheek his forehead high and pale The sable curls in wild profusion veil And oft perforce his rising lip reveals The haughtier thought it curbs but scarce conceals Though smooth his voice and calm his general mien Still seems there something he would not have seen His features deepening lines and varying hue At times attracted yet perplexd the view As if within that murkiness of mind Workd feelings fearful and yet undefined Such might it be - that none could truly tell - Too close inquiry his stern glance would quell. He sees his bark he notes how fair the wind And sternly gathers all his might of mind: Again he hurries on-and as he hears The dang of tumult vibrate on his ears The busy sounds the bustle of the shore The shout the signal and the dashing oar As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast The anchors rise the sails unfurling fast The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute adieu to those who stem the surge And more than all his blood-red flag aloft He marvelld how his heart could seem so soft. No murky vapour herald of the storm Hides her fair face nor girds her glowing form: With cornice glimmering as the moon-beams play There the white column greets her grateful ray And bright around with quivering beams beset Her emblem sparkles oer the minaret: The groves of olive scatterd dark and wide Where meek Cephisus pours his scanty tide The cypress saddening by the sacred mosque The gleaming turret of the gay kiosk And dun and sombre mid the holy calm Near Theseus fane yon solitary palm All tinged with varied hues arrest the eye - And dull were his that passd them heedless by. Source: https://www.artikelschreiber.com/en/.