The light wings of Zephyr oppressed with perfume
That sigh through the Gardens of Gul in their bloom
. Life not luxury is the burden borne on this wind, vigour not voluptuousness. I have been in Persia & felt that

The gale that breathed from that blue sky
The wind to Earth that fell,
Had magic in its softest sigh
And in its lightest swell
And every breath that wandered by
And whispered still felicity
Came o'er me like a spell

From morn till the decay of light
I could have sat alone
And watched through all the silent night
To listen to its tone
For sweetest when the moon was bright
And stars rose dancing on the sight
Fell down that dying moan.