Who but admires their sprightly ray?
But when through pity's flood they gleam,
Who but must love their softened beam?
ON A VALETUDINARIAN
(By Ebn Alrumi)
So careful is Isa, and anxious to last,
So afraid of himself is he grown,
He swears through two nostrils the breath goes too fast,
And he's trying to breathe through but one.