To battle with my love. Oh, give me grace
To fight this fight.”
Mirza.I charge you read no more!
Phil. “By day his every look—his every word—
Renews some mem’ry that should be long dead;
By night the phantom of my loved one’s face
Burns in my eyes and robs me of my rest!”
Mirza. My secret has gone forth. I strove to keep
That love as silent as my silent heart;
But it was not to be. You now know all!