Aldrich

Song from the Persian

Ah! sad are they who know not love,
But, far from passion’s tears and smiles,
Drift down a moonless sea, beyond
The silvery coasts of fairy isles. And sadder they whose longing lips
Kiss empty air, and never touch
The dear warm mouth of those they love–
Waiting, wasting, suffering much. But clear as amber, fine as musk,
Is life to those who, pilgrim-wise,
Move hand in hand from dawn to dusk,
Each morning nearer Paradise. Ah, not for them shall angels pray!
They stand in everlasting light,
They walk in Allah’s smile by day,
And slumber in his heart by night. –Thomas Bailey Aldrich