VII
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
· (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of Recollections of the Arabian Nights
Far off, and where the lemongrove
In closest coverture upsprung,
The living airs of middle night
Died round the bulbul as he sung.
Not he: but something which possessed
The darkness of the world, delight,
Life, anguish, death, immortal love
Ceasing not, mingled, unrepressed,
Apart from place, witholding time,
But flattering the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid.