THE ROYAL TOMBS OF GOLCONDA
I muse1 among these silent fanes Whose spacious2 darkness guards your dust; Around me sleep the hoary3 plains That hold your ancient wars in trust. I pause, my dreaming spirit hears, Across the wind's unquiet tides, The glimmering4 music of your spears, The laughter of your royal brides.
In vain, O Kings, doth time aspire5 To make your names oblivion's sport, While yonder hill wears like a tier The ruined grandeur6 of your fort. Though centuries falter7 and decline, Your proven strongholds shall remain Embodied8 memories of your line, Incarnate9 legends of your reign10.
O Queens, in vain old Fate decreed Your flower-like bodies to the tomb; Death is in truth the vital seed Of your imperishable bloom Each new-born year the bulbuls sing Their songs of your renascent11 loves; Your beauty wakens with the spring To kindle12 these pomegranate groves13.