From the Arabic: AN IMITATION

MY faint spirit was sitting in the light 
Of thy looks my love; 
It panted for thee like the hind at noon 
For the brooks my love.
 
Thy barb whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's flight 5 
Bore thee far from me; 
My heart for my weak feet were weary soon  
Did companion thee.
 

Ah! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed  
Or the death they bear 10 
The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove 
With the wings of care; 
In the battle in the darkness in the need  
Shall mine cling to thee  
Nor claim one smile for all the comfort love 15 
It may bring to thee.
  

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