IN THE COURT OF THE LIONS:
BY MOONLIGHT.
THESE lions were sculptured centuries ago In that fair court a Sultan made for her Who was his heart's delight. Her worshipper Was he whom all men worshipped; proving so His love and homage that the ages know How fair she was, and how at softest stir Of her soft robes—as these proud courts aver— His kingly heart with kingly love did glow;
Till he bade crafty workmen come and make A palace, lovely for her lovely sake, Thick-set with gems, with many a sculptured space Wrought cunningly out of the creamy stone To frame the dusky beauty of her face,— Still on those courts the white moon shines, but they are gone!
Alhambra, Spain, 1883.