“You really think that?—you really believe that?” asked Féraz, his eyes dilating eagerly.
“I do, most positively;”—said El-Râmi—“It is a fact which Nature most potently sets forth, and insists upon. But is there no more of your verse?”
“Yes—” and Féraz read on—
“O, we are sorrowful, my Soul and I:
We war together fondly—yet we pray
For separate roads,—the Body fain would die
And sleep i’ the ground, low-hidden from the day—
The Soul erect, its large wings cramped for room,
Doth pantingly and passionately rebel,
Against this strange, uncomprehended doom