By Nabegat Beni Jaid

YES, Leila, I swore, by the fire of thine eyes,

I ne'er could a sweetness unvaried endure; The bubbles of spirit that sparkling arise Forbid life to stagnate, and render it pure.

But yet, my dear maid, though thy spirit's my pride,

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I'd wish for some sweetness to temper the bowl: If life be ne'er suffered to rest or subside, It may not be flat, but I fear 't will be foul.

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