She hath eyebrows united and eyes black-white
And her teeth are leven that smiles in light:
The tale of her years is but ten plus four;—
Tears like Dragon’s blood[[333]] for her love I pour.
First I saw that face ’mid parterre and rill,
Outshining full Lune on horizon-hill;
And stood like a captive for awe, and cried,
“Allah’s Peace, O who in demesne[[334]] doth hide!”
She returned my salam, gaily answering
With the sweetest speech likest pearls a-string.