Medley — A Kashmeri Song

The poppy grows on the roof-top,

The iris flowers on the grave;

Hope in the heart of a lover,

And fear in the heart of a slave.

The opal lies in the river,

The pearl in the ocean's breast;

Doubt in a grieving bosom,

And faith in a heart at rest.

Fireflies dance in the moon-light,

Peach-leaves dance in the wind;

Dreams and delicate fancies

Dance thro' a poet's mind.

Sweetness dwells in the beehive,

And lives in a maiden's breath;

Joy in the eyes of children

And peace in the hands of Death.