And when Life's Night is gone, and Love's
new dawning Smile
Woos me for ever to thy Breast,
O Wake in Me!
Jeláleddín
L.
Highest Love, where thou art thronèd, here before Thy Throne unseen,
O let me pour my Melodies, my sweetest, highest yet, I ween.
If well-pleasing they ascending reach Thine ear in tones of power,
All their work of soul-subduing comes from Thy own soul serene.