O BLEST unfabled Incense Tree, <br />That burns in glorious Araby, <br />With red scent chalicing the air, <br />Till earth-life grow Elysian there! <br /> <br />Half buried to her flaming breast <br />In this bright tree she makes her nest, <br />Hundred-sunned Phœnix! when she must <br />Crumble at length to hoary dust; <br /> <br />Her gorgeous death-bed, her rich pyre <br />Burnt up with aromatic fire; <br />Her urn, sight-high from spoiler men, <br />Her birthplace when self-born again. <br /> <br />The mountainless green wilds among, <br />Here ends she her unechoing song: <br />With amber tears and odorous sighs <br />Mourned by the desert where she dies.<br /><br />George Darley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nepenthe-3/
