Whisper'd one to Wámik, "O thou Victim of the wound of Azra, What is it like, that a shadow Movest thou about in silence Meditating night and day?" Wámik answer'd, "Even this-- To fly with Azra to the desert: There by so remote a fountain That, whichever way one travell'd League on league, one yet should never, Never meet the face of man-- There to pitch my tent--for ever There to gaze on my Belovèd; Gaze, till gazing out of gazing Grew to being her I gaze on, She and I no more, but in one Undivided being blended. All that is not One must ever Suffer with the wound of absence; And whoever in Love's city Enters, finds but room for One, And but in Oneness Union." "DO WELL" Do well, that in thy turn well may betide thee; And turn from ill, that ill may turn beside thee. THE MAGIC MIRROR Then bade he bring a mirror that he had, A mirror, like the bosom of the wise, Reflecting all the world, and lifting up The veil from all its secret, good and evil. That mirror bade he bring, and, in its face Looking, beheld the face of his Desire, He saw those lovers in the solitude, Turn'd from the world, and all its ways and people, And looking only in each other's eyes, And never finding any sorrow there. A LAMENT O thou whose presence so long sooth'd my soul, Now burnt with thy remembrance! O so long The light that fed these eyes now dark with tears! O long, long home of love now lost for ever! We were together--that was all enough-- We two rejoicing in each other's eyes, Infinitely rejoicing--all the world Nothing to us, nor we to all the world: No road to reach us, nor an eye to watch-- All day we whisper'd in each other's ears, All night we slept in one another's arms-- All seem'd to our desire, as if the hand Of unjust Fortune were for once too short. O would to God that when I lit the pyre The flame had left thee living and me dead, Not living worse than dead, depriv'd of thee! O were I but with thee! at any cost Stript of this terrible self-solitude! O but with thee annihilation--lost, Or in eternal intercourse renew'd! "THE HARVEST OF ETERNITY" My son, the kingdom of the world is not Eternal, nor the sum of right desire! Make thou the faith-preserving intellect Thy counsellor; and considering to-day To-morrow's seed-field, ere that come to bear Sow with the harvest of eternity. SELECTIONS FROM THE LÁWA'IH Believe me, I am naught--yea, less than naught, By naught and less than naught what can be taught? I tell the mysteries of truth, but know Naught save the telling to this task I brought. LAWÁ'IH. "DELIVER US FROM OURSELVES"