The rose garden of Persia . irds, and blossoms sweet;And her attendant maidens showerThe sparkling wave upon his feet: &J i & S \\ ;5<3C<S5:r-<Sr<ssssc5eS5:^S:5:^ m KT^^iS^T^- iTi 38 THE TRIAL OF THE CHARMED BOW. Two doves sat near, and softly mourned,And both, their hearts each sigh returned. With wine, and verse, and wit happy moments they beguile;Butoloudspassed oerthefairones brow. She feared, she doubted,—Go! shecried;Bring here my long-unbended bow. And let my former art be birds are seated on one tree,Tell me which bird my mark shall be;And thou shalt kn
The rose garden of Persia . irds, and blossoms sweet;And her attendant maidens showerThe sparkling wave upon his feet: &J i & S \\ ;5<3C<S5:r-<Sr<ssssc5eS5:^S:5:^ m KT^^iS^T^- iTi 38 THE TRIAL OF THE CHARMED BOW. Two doves sat near, and softly mourned,And both, their hearts each sigh returned. With wine, and verse, and wit happy moments they beguile;Butoloudspassed oerthefairones brow. She feared, she doubted,—Go! shecried;Bring here my long-unbended bow. And let my former art be birds are seated on one tree,Tell me which bird my mark shall be;And thou shalt know a womans skillCan make all captive to her will! The stranger smiled with haughty from her hand the bow he took:Thy fame, he said, to; me is known;Valour, like beauty, is thy own:But know,though bold in camp and field, ^1, Woman to man is forced to yield. n Princess, a boon ! If I have wit?^3 And skill the female bird* to hit, ^/f Shall she who makes these groves whom I most admire,,be mine?. r^ 1 THE TRIUMPH—THE SUrORpH. She blushed assent—the arrow flew; The female bird mounts to the skies;His shaft has struck her pinion 8 through, And fluttering on the ground she lies. The fair ones eyes with triurnph shine:The son of Tahiimers I see! For never yet could hand but mineBend that charmed bow—tis he—tis he! So spake her heart. Give me the bow!She said aloud; if true my aim, Let him who seeks Tiie take me better boon my hopes can claim. My tale is told. Ye lovers, ye not guess the blissful close? How Jamshid won a bride that day,And found a balm for all his woes. Tahiimers, or Tahmuras, was a greathero, as well as his son; he received fromthe Simorgh (a fabulous Persian bird, ofmagical power) a present of some of her f^.feathers, which is said to have given rise tothe fashion of plumed helmets. This prince
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