Arabian Poetry, by W. A. Clouston, , at sacred-texts.com
[THE music to this little piece was written down, by a friend, from, the singing of David Zamir, a native of Bagdad, who resided with the translator for some time at Cambridge.]
"How, my love," cried I, "durst thou hither stray
Through the gloom, nor fear the ghosts that haunt the grove,
"In this heart," said he, "fear no seat can find,
When each thought is filled alone with thee and love,
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