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Oft hath he heard the muses’ string resound
SONNET BY THE LATE NAWAB OF OUDE, ASUF UD DOWLA.
In those eyes the tears that glisten as in pity for my pain,
Are they gems, or only dew-drops? can they, will they long remain
Why thy strength of tyrant beauty thus, with seeming ruth, restrain
Better breathe my last before thee, than in lingering grief remain!
To yon planet, Fate has given every month to wax and wane ;
And—thy world of blushing brightness--can it, will it, long remain :
Health and youth in balmy moisture on thy cheek their seat maintain;
But—the dew that steeps the rose-bud—can it, will it long remain