Th' attempt was vain--I only felt
Intenser pangs and livelier grief.

The bud of woe no more represt,
Fed by the tears that drench'd it there,
Shot forth and fill'd my laboring breast
Soon to expand and shed despair.

But tho' of Sayid I'm bereft,
From whom the stream of bounty came,
Sayid a nobler meed has left--
Th' exhaustless heritage of fame.

Tho' mute the lips on which I hung,
Their silence speaks more loud to me
Than any voice from mortal tongue,
"What Sayid was let Malec be."

_Abd Almalec Alharithy_.

[2] Abd Almalec was a native of Arabia Felix. The exact period when
he flourished is unknown, but as this production is taken from the
Hamasa it is most probable that he was anterior to Mohammedanism.


THE DEATH OF HIS MISTRESS[3]

Dost thou wonder that I flew
Charm'd to meet my Leila's view?
Dost thou wonder that I hung