TO my sleeping dear Zuleima's Bosom run, ye tears all burning! Then will her sweet heart for Abdul 'Gin to beat with tender yearning. Round my sleeping dear Zuleima's Ear disport, ye tears of anguish! Then will her fair head in vision Sweet for Abdul's love straight languish O'er my sleeping dear Zuleima's Soft hand stream, my heart's blood gushing! Then will her sweet hand bear on it Abdul's heart's blood, crimson flushing. Sorrow is, alas, born voiceless, In its mouth no tongue is growing, It hath only tears and sighing, And blood from the heart's wounds flowing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHTMARE, FR. IOLANTHE by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 2. IN CHURCH by THOMAS HARDY A DOUBTING HEART by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER FROM THE ANTIQUE (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ACHIEVEMENT by MORRIS ABEL BEER |