1815. ——- SULEIKA.
THE sun appears! A glorious sight!
The crescent-moon clings round him now.
What could this wondrous pair unite?
How to explain this riddle? How?
HATEM.
May this our joy's foreboder prove!
In it I view myself and thee;
Thou calmest me thy sun, my love,—
Come, my sweet moon, cling thou round me!
1815. ——- LOVE for love, and moments sweet,
Lips returning kiss for kiss,
Word for word, and eyes that meet;