Secure—if not the Arab’s guest?
Haste thee! and leave my threshold-floor
Inviolate and pure!
Let not thy presence tempt me more,
—Man may not thus endure!
Away! I bear a fetter’d arm,
A heart that burns—but must not harm.
Begone! outstrip the swift gazelle!
The wind in speed subdue!
Fear cannot fly so swift, so well,