Chance of the mouth of the Friend E'er a sign giveth me not;
News of that mystery hid Fate of mine giveth me not.
I die of desire and behind The screen is no way; or if way
There offer, the warder access To the shrine giveth me not.
To purchase a kiss from her lip, My life, without stint, would I give;
But this from me taketh and that She, in fine, giveth me not.
The East wind caresseth her tress: How niggard is Fortune, behold,
That power, like the wind, in her locks Hand to twine giveth me not!
Howe'er, like the compasses, still On the edge of the circle I go,
Ill chance the mid-point to attain, — That waist of thine, — giveth me not.
Of patience is sugar at last Begotten; but leisure and peace
For patience the treason of Time And Fate malign giveth me not.
Quoth I, " I will slumber and dream Of the charms of the Friend. " But alack!
From sighing and wailing surcease My own repine giveth me not.
News of that mystery hid Fate of mine giveth me not.
I die of desire and behind The screen is no way; or if way
There offer, the warder access To the shrine giveth me not.
To purchase a kiss from her lip, My life, without stint, would I give;
But this from me taketh and that She, in fine, giveth me not.
The East wind caresseth her tress: How niggard is Fortune, behold,
That power, like the wind, in her locks Hand to twine giveth me not!
Howe'er, like the compasses, still On the edge of the circle I go,
Ill chance the mid-point to attain, — That waist of thine, — giveth me not.
Of patience is sugar at last Begotten; but leisure and peace
For patience the treason of Time And Fate malign giveth me not.
Quoth I, " I will slumber and dream Of the charms of the Friend. " But alack!
From sighing and wailing surcease My own repine giveth me not.