Chapter XIII

O changing Wheel of Fate, still let there last Before our eager eyes, still let there burn, This vision of the world; when we have passed There shall be no return.

I thought that, leaving thee, rest would be mine, My lost tranquillity I might regain, But separation brings no anodyne, And kills me with its pain.

How can I traffic in Love's busy mart? Thou hast won from me more than stores of gold; That I may bargain, give me back the heart Thy cruel fingers hold.

O heart desirous, in Love's perilous way Thy journey take and in his paths abide, And thou mayst find perchance, lest thou should stray, Awaiting thee, a guide.

DAGH.