While all the hosts of heaven, too, felt their helplessness.”
That Ahmed, Mustafà, at one blest sight stood lost.[263]
His wedding-night it was. Dawn-worship it him cost.[264]
He woke not from the sleep his blessed vision shed.
Dawn-worship he o’erslept; the sun shone overhead.85
On that, his wedding-night, in presence of his bride,
His sainted soul kissed hands, high honour’s fullest tide.
Both love and soul are occult, hidden and concealed.
If God I have “bride” named, let it stand fault repealed.
I silence would have kept, from fear of love’s caprice,