The Tide Of Fortune Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Had not the sandy tempest veiled the air,
Your love had been my harbour and my peace;
Mellowed were the winds, and all the world was fair,
Till destine's wild breath bade every rapture cease.
Moonlight lingers on the slinking streams,
And voices to the flowers of the night;
They hold, within their petals, golden dreams
That others pluck beneath the silver light.
But I, forlorn, must wander where the tide
Of fortune drives me from splendor I sought;
Not Eden's rose will ever here abide,
Nor music blesses the way that grief had wrought
But, within my breast, love's fragrance lies,
A fading star foaming in forsaken skies.