XXVI.


I cannot rise to follow her,
Here in the dust is my abode,
For I am but her foot-print left
Lying forgotten in the road.

Where are repose and patience gone?
Where is my honour, held so fair?
All these are naught to me--I dwell
In the black chambers of Despair!

INSHA.




XXVII.


How can I win that Hidden One
Who sits within the secret place?
For even in my very dreams
She wears the veil upon her face.

What heart is there in all the world