WOUNDER AND HEALER.
(THE IDEA TAKEN FROM AGOUB’S TRANSLATION OF AN ARABIC SONG.)
Thy witching look is like a two-edged sword
To pierce his heart by whom thou art surveyed;
Thy rosy lips the precious balm afford
To heal the wound thy keen-edged sword has made.
I am its victim; I have felt the steel;
My heart now rankles with the smarting pain;
Give me thy lips the bitter wound to heal—
Thy lips to kiss, and I am whole again.