Oh ... not to-morrow!
Not like a dream of joy, depart so soon!
And whither wouldst thou go? for all around
Is everlasting winter, ice and snow,
Deserts unpassable of endless frost.
THALABA.
He who has led me here will still sustain me
Thro’ cold and hunger.
“Hunger?” Laila cried;
She clapt her lilly hands,
And whether from above or from below
It came, sight could not see,
So suddenly the floor was spread with food.
LAILA.
Why dost thou watch with hesitating eyes
The banquet? ’tis for thee! I bade it come.
THALABA.
Whence came it?
LAILA.
Matters it from whence it came
My father sent it: when I call, he hears.
Nay ... thou hast fabled with me! and art like
The forms that wait upon my solitude,
Human to eye alone;... thy hunger would not
Question so idly else.