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Where yonder stately garden shews
The crimson beauty of the rose,
The glittering baubool drops its gold,
And baylas perfumed buds unfold
Their crests of snow, o'er the pink bed
With the broad lotus thickly spread.
Untouched by time, unscathed by war
Lonely and bright as eve's first star,
The splendid mausoleum greets
The stranger's rapt and dazzled eye,
And to his throbbing heart repeats
A tale of love's idolatry.
Of precious marbles richly blent
Shines the imperial monument;
A gorgeous fabric spreading wide
Its glittering pomp of colonnades,
Fit palace for the peerless bride
Reposing in its hallowed shades.
Too beautiful for mortal hands,
Its clustering cupolas and towers
