Lifts her figure slowly from the bed.
1796?.-----WEST-EASTERN DIVAN.-----Who the song would understand,Needs must seek the song's own land.Who the minstrel understand,Needs must seek the minstrel's land.-----
And for desert my best things swallow'd,Soon as his meal was o'er, what follow'd?Led by the Deuce, to a neighbour he went,And talk'd of my food to his heart's content:"The soup might surely have had more spice,The meat was ill-brown'd, and the wine wasn't nice."A thousand curses alight on his head!'Tis a critic, I vow! Let the dog be struck dead!
What is't to me, whate'er it may impart?
And the sheep-dog will not leave them,--Scared away, his foot all-mangled,To his master still he presses,And he joins the hidden party,Joins the favorites of slumber.
And in the poem he sees meaning of twofold delight.Wherefore so late didst thou remove the bandage, oh Amor,
Dreams of old acquaintance now pass through me,
Looks thoughtfully on;She roams by the streamlet,