Henry Austin Dobson (18 January 1840 – 2 September 1921 / Plymouth)
A Persian Apologue
Melek the sultan, tired and wan,
Nodded at noon on the divan.
Beside the fountain lingered near
Jamil the bard, and the vizier ---
Old Yusuf, cross and hard to please;
Then Jamil sang, in words like these:
Slim is Butheina -- slim is she
As boughs of the Araka-tree!
'Nay,' quoth the other, teeth between,
'Learn, if you will -- I call her lean.'
Sweet is Butheina -- sweet as wine,
With smiles that like red bubbles shine!
'True. -- by the Prophet!' Yusuf said.
'She makes men wander in the head!'
Dear is Butheina -- ah! more dear
Than all the maidens of Kashmeer!
'Dear,' came the answer, quick as thought,
'Dear . . and yet always to be bought.'
So Jamil ceased. But still Life's page
Shows diverse unto Youth and Age:
And, be the song of Ghouls or Gods,
Time, like the Sultan, sits . . and nods.
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