The Kasîdah of Hâjî Abdû El-Yezdî

The hour is nigh; the waning Queen walks forth to rule the later night; Crown'd with the sparkle of a Star, and throned on orb of ashen light: The Wolf-tail* sweeps the paling East to leave a deeper gloom behind, And Dawn uprears her shining head, sighing with semblance of a wind: * The false dawn. The highlands catch yon Orient gleam, while purpling still the lowlands lie; And pearly mists, the morning-pride, soar incense-like to greet the sky.