Page:Lalla Rookh - Moore - 1817.djvu/79

 But here again new spells came o'er his sense:-- All that the pencil's mute omnipotence Could call up into life, of soft and fair, Of fond and passionate, was glowing there; Nor yet too warm, but touched with that fine art Which paints of pleasure but the purer part; Which knows even Beauty when half-veiled is best,-- Like her own radiant planet of the west, Whose orb when half retired looks loveliest. There hung the history of the Genii-King, Traced thro' each gay, voluptuous wandering With her from SABA'S bowers, in whose bright eyes He read that to be blest is to be wise;-- Here fond ZULEIKA woos with open arms The Hebrew boy who flies from her young charms, Yet flying turns to gaze and half undone Wishes that Heaven and she could both be won;