Called Life, where nothing is, or shall be well.”
“Good!”—murmured El-Râmi softly—“Good—and true!”
“Hear me, my Star!—star of my natal hour,
Thou calm unmovëd one amid all clouds!
Give me my birth-right,—the imperial sway
Of Thought supreme above the common crowds,—
O let me feel thy swift compelling beam
Drawing me upwards to a goal divine;
Fulfil thy promise, O thou glittering Dream,
And let one crown of victory be mine.