and plays in a thousand pretty courtesies:—
"Fair fall thy soft heart!
A good work wilt thou do?
Oh, pray for the dead
Whom thine eyelashes slew!"
And what a nest has he found for his bonny bird to take up her abode in!—
"They strew in the path of kings and czars
Jewels and gems of price;
But for thy head I will pluck down stars,
And pave thy way with eyes.
"I have sought for thee a costlier dome
Than Mahmoud's palace high,
And thou, returning, find thy home
In the apple of Love's eye."
Nor shall Death snatch her from his pursuit:—
"If my darling should depart
And search the skies for prouder friends,
God forbid my angry heart
In other love should seek amends!
"When the blue horizon's hoop
Me a little pinches here,
On the instant I will die
And go find thee in the sphere."
Then we have all degrees of passionate abandonment:—
"I know this perilous love-lane
No whither the traveller leads,
Yet my fancy the sweet scent of
Thy tangled tresses feeds.