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LALLA ROOKH.
"Though sunny the Lake of cool Cashmere,"With its plane-tree Isle reflected clear,[1]"And sweetly the founts of that Valley fall;"Though bright are the waters of Sing-su-Hay,"And the golden floods, that thitherward stray,[2]"Yet—oh 'tis only the Blest can say"How the waters of Heaven outshine them all!
"Go, wing thy flight from star to star,"From world to luminous world, as far"As the universe spreads its flaming wall;"Take all the pleasures of all the spheres,"And multiply each through endless years,"One minute of Heaven is worth them all!"
The glorious Angel, who was keepingThe gates of Light, beheld her weeping,
- ↑ Numerous small islands emerge from the Lake of Cashmere. One is called Char Chenaur, from the plane trees upon it."—Forster.
- ↑ "The Altan Kol, or Golden River of Tibet, which runs into the Lakes of Sing-su-hay, has abundance of gold in its sands, which employs the inhabitants all the summer in gathering it."—Description of Tibet in Pinkerton.
