Page:Gallienne Rubaiyat.djvu/80

  O dearer than the soul that gives me breath,

Dearer than life, as the old proverb saith;

Nay, that is but a sorry compliment,—

For thou, my love, art dearer even than death.

Face like a glass wherein all heaven lies,

A firmament reflected in two eyes,

Thanks to your heaven I am deep in hell,

The shadow of your laughter is my sighs.

My cheeks like hollow cups are filled with tears,

My body is a haunted house of fears,

My heart is like a wine-jar filled with blood—

''O God! those sightless eyes, those small deaf ears.''