‘Be here thy home beloved, adored,
Revive, be blest;—oh! Lailī’s lord.’
At last he breathed, around he gazed,
As from her arms his head he raised—
‘Art thou,’ he faintly said, ‘a friend
Who takes me to her gentle breast—
Dost thou in truth so fondly bend
Thine eyes upon a wretch distressed?
Are these thy unveiled cheeks I see
Can bliss be yet in store for me?