The Fairest Land (2) [Electronic resources] نسخه متنی

Tell me, gentle traveler, thou

Who hast wandered far and wide,

Seen the sweetest roses blow,

And the brightest rivers glide;

Say, of all thine eyes have seen,

Which the fairest land has been?

Lady, shall I tell thee where

Nature seems most blest and fair,

Far above all climes beside?---

'Tis where those we love abide:

And that little spot is best

Which the loved one's foot hath pressed.

Though it be a fairy space,

Wide and spreading is the place;

Though 'twere but a barren mound,

'Twould become enchanted ground.

With thee yon sandy waste would seem

The margin of Al Cawthar's stream;

And thou canst make a dungeon's gloom

A bower where new-born roses bloom.