Abu Midjan arose and flung aside The clanging fetters, and thus he cried: "If thou give me to God and his decrees, Nor purge my sin by the shame of these; I dare not do as I did before-- In the name of Allah, I drink no more." AN OLD STORY. They were parted at last, although Each was tenderly dear; As asunder their eyes did go, When first alone and near. 'Tis an old story this-- A trembling and a sigh, A gaze in the eyes, a kiss-- Why will it _not_ go by? A BOOK OF DREAMS. PART I. 1. I lay and dreamed. The master came In his old woven dress; I stood in joy, and yet in shame, Oppressed with earthliness. He stretched his arms, and gently sought To clasp me to his soul; I shrunk away, because I thought He did not know the whole. I did not love him as I would, Embraces were not meet; I sank before him where he stood, And held and kissed his feet. Ten years have passed away since then, Oft hast thou come to me; The question scarce will rise again, Whether I care for thee. To every doubt, in thee my heart An answer hopes to find; In every gladness, Lord, thou art, The deeper joy behind. And yet in other realms of life, Unknown temptations rise, Unknown perplexities and strife, New questions and replies. And every lesson learnt, anew, The vain assurance lends That now I know, and now can do, And now should see thy ends. So I forget I am a child, And act as if a man; Who through the dark and tempest wild Will go, because he can. And so, O Lord, not yet I dare To clasp thee to my breast; Though well I know that only there Is hid the secret rest. And yet I shrink not, as at first: Be thou the judge of guilt; Thou knowest all my best and worst, Do with me as thou wilt. Spread thou once more thine arms abroad, Lay bare thy bosom's beat; Thou shalt embrace me, O my God, And I will kiss thy feet. 2. I stood before my childhood's home, Outside the belt of trees; All round, my dreaming glances roam On well-known hills and leas. When sudden, from the westward, rushed A wide array of waves; Over the subject fields they gushed From far-off, unknown caves. And up the hill they clomb and came, On flowing like a sea: I saw, and watched them like a game; No terror woke in me. For just the belting trees within, I saw my father wait; And should the waves the summit win, I would go through the gate. For by his side all doubt was dumb, And terror ceased to foam; No great sea-billows dared to come, And tread the holy home. Two days passed by. With restless toss, The red flood brake its doors; Prostrate I lay, and looked across To the eternal shores. The world was fair, and hope was nigh, Some men and women true; And I was strong, and Death and I Would have a hard ado. And so I shrank. But sweet and good The dream came to my aid; Within the trees my father stood, I must not be dismayed.