名人诗歌|From the Arabic

MY faint spirit was sitting in the light

Of thy looks my love；

It panted for thee like the hind^{1 at noon}

For the brooks^{2 my love.}

Thy barb^{3 whose hoofs4 outspeed the tempest's flight}

Bore thee far from me；

My heart for my weak feet were weary soon

Did companion thee.

Ah！ fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed

Or the death they bear

The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove

With the wings of care；

In the battle in the darkness in the need

Shall mine cling to thee

Nor claim one smile for all the comfort love

It may bring to thee.