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LAYLA AND MAJNUN in his arms. There was now a newly made grave. Exhausted, not with running, but with love, madness, and grief, he flung himself upon it.

'''Laylá! Laylá!''' he moaned, with a heart-bursting pang. 'I will come soon—ah, soon! Hold thy shroud of night about thee I Hide thy beauty in the Fields of Light—until I find thee there!'

And, as the sun rose, Zeyd came and stood by the grave, gazing down upon his master through tears of grief;—gazing down upon the dead through bitter tears of grief. 27