"Ah, could I hide me in my song,
To kiss thy lips from which it flows!"--
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."