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1816.
----- HATEM.
HOLD me, locks, securely caught
In the circle of her face!
Dear brown serpents, I have nought
To repay this act of grace,
Save a heart whose love ne'er dies,
Throbbing with aye-youthful glow; For a raging ETA lies
'Neath its veil of mist and snow.
Yonder mountain's stately brow
Thou, like morning beams, dost shame; Once again feels Hatem now
Spring's soft breath and summer's flame.
One more b.u.mper! Fill the gla.s.s;
This last cup I pledge to thee!-- By mine ashes if she pa.s.s,
"He consumed," she'll say, "for me."
1815.
----- THE LOVING ONE SPEAKS.
AND wherefore sends not The horseman-captain His heralds. .h.i.ther
Each day, unfailing?
Yet hath he horses, He writes well.
He waiteth Tali, And Neski knows he To write with beauty On silken tablets.
I'd deem him present, Had I his words.
The sick One will not, Will not recover From her sweet sorrow; She, when she heareth That her true lover Grows well, falls sick.
1819.*
----- THE LOVING ONE AGAIN.
WRITES he in Neski, Faithfully speaks he; Writes he in Tali, Joy to give, seeks he: Writes he in either, Good!--for he loves!
1819.*
----- THESE tufted branches fair
Observe, my loved one, well!
And see the fruits they bear
In green and p.r.i.c.kly sh.e.l.l!
They've hung roll'd up, till now,
Unconsciously and still; A loosely-waving bough
Doth rock them at its will.
Yet, ripening from within.
The kernel brown swells fast; It seeks the air to win,
It seeks the sun at last.
With joy it bursts its thrall,
The sh.e.l.l must needs give way.
'Tis thus my numbers fall
Before thy feet, each day.
1815.
----- SULEIKA.
WHAT is by this stir reveal'd?
Doth the East glad tidings bring?
For my heart's deep wounds are heal'd
By his mild and cooling wing.
He the dust with sports doth meet,
And in gentle cloudlets chase; To the vineleaf's safe retreat
Drives the insects' happy race,
Cools these burning cheeks of mine,
Checks the sun's fierce glow Adam, Kisses, as he flies, the vine,
Flaunting over hill and plain.
And his whispers soft convey
Thousand greetings from my friend; Ere these hills own night's dark sway,
Kisses greet me, without end.
