{"id":6527,"date":"2018-03-10T20:31:02","date_gmt":"2018-03-10T20:31:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/egizia.family\/?p=6527"},"modified":"2020-05-23T16:30:49","modified_gmt":"2020-05-23T16:30:49","slug":"daughter-of-the-orient","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egizia.family\/de\/daughter-of-the-orient\/","title":{"rendered":"TOCHTER DES ORIENTS"},"content":{"rendered":"

This poem was dedicated to my great great grandmother by the renown French poet Alphonse Lemartine.<\/p>\n

Thou ! the child of the East, dost thou ask me for song ?
\nThou ! born where the desert wind sweepeth along ;
\nThe flower of the gardens the bulbul might choose
\nFor the opening blossom his love music woos.<\/p>\n

We bring back no balm ‘scaped the odorous fold.
\nNor fruit to the orange tree heavy with gold ;
\nWould we offer the orient day-break more light?
\nOr stars to the sky that is glorious with night ?<\/p>\n

No, song comes not hither ; but would thy look prove.
\nAll poesy treasures of lovely and love.
\nLook down on the water wherein thou art shown.
\nAh! song hasn o beauty to equal thine own.<\/p>\n

When thou leanest in thy kiosque, whose lattice at night.
\nAdmits the cool breeze, the moon’s silver light,
\nA mat for thy seat, which Palmyra has wrought,
\nWhen the moka, just heated beside thee is brought.<\/p>\n

When thy hands to thy rose lip, half closing, uphold
\nThe pipe of the jasmine wood fretted with gold,
\nThy sweet mouth in breathing the breath of the rose,
\nMakes the waves through the shell murmur soft as it flows.<\/p>\n

When the winged cloud floats and caresses thee round,
\nAnd the odorous vapor thy senses has bound,
\nWhat visions of youth and of love seem to be,
\nAnd float in the air that is breathing from thee.<\/p>\n

When thou speakest of the Arab steed sweeping the plain,
\nThough thy childish hand governs the foam-covered rein,
\nThe ray of its eyes which in wild triumph shine,
\nIs neither so soft nor so brilliant as thine.<\/p>\n

When thine arm like the polished urn’s handle of snow,
\nSupports on thy elbow thy exquisite brow ;
\nWhen thy lamp at the midnight flings sudden its rays.
\nOn the hilt of thy poniard where diamonds blaze
\n<\/sup><\/a><\/p>\n

There is naught in the sounds that all language hath brought.
\nNor in the bard’s brow like mine heavy with thought,
\nNaught in the sweet sighs of a young and pure heart.
\nSo poetry breathing, so pure as thou art.<\/p>\n

I have past the glad period of life’s early bloom ;
\nLove expands, and the young heart is filled with perfume.
\nThe delight is grown cold with which mine eyes meet
\nAll beauty\u2014it is but a ray without heat.<\/p>\n

To my harp all the love of my worn heart belongs ;
\nAt sixteen how I should have lavished my songs.
\nOn every sweet vapor the scented winds bear.
\nWhich thy soft lips while musing exhale on the air.<\/p>\n

Or bidding that form, the enchanted endure.
\nWhich a viewless hand traces in outline obscure.
\nWhen the stars of the night, whose gleams round thee fall.
\nFling, tracing in flinging, thy shade on the wall.<\/p>\n

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This poem was dedicated to my great great grandmother by the renown French poet Alphonse Lemartine. Thou ! the child of the East, dost thou ask me for song ? Thou ! born where the desert wind sweepeth along ; The flower of the gardens the bulbul might choose For the opening blossom his love […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3411,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[96,94],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6527","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-durighello-family","category-poem"],"brizy_media":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egizia.family\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6527","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/egizia.family\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/egizia.family\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egizia.family\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egizia.family\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6527"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/egizia.family\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6527\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6529,"href":"https:\/\/egizia.family\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6527\/revisions\/6529"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egizia.family\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3411"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egizia.family\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6527"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egizia.family\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6527"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egizia.family\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6527"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}