No longer we can stay;”
’Twas then Maimuna taught my heart
How much a glance could say.
With trembling steps to me she came;
“Farewell,” she would have cried,
But ere her lips the words could frame,
In half form’d sounds it died.
Then bending down, with looks of love,
Her arms she round me flung,
And, as the gale hangs on the grove,