Page:Lalla Rookh - Moore - 1817.djvu/88

 Think, think how lost, how maddened I must be, "To hope that guilt could lead to God or thee! "Thou weep'st for me--do weep--oh, that I durst "Kiss off that tear! but, no--these lips are curst, "They must not touch thee;--one divine caress, "One blessed moment of forgetfulness "I've had within those arms and that shall lie "Shrined in my soul's deep memory till I die; "The last of joy's last relics here below, "The one sweet drop, in all this waste of woe, "My heart has treasured from affection's spring, "To soothe and cool its deadly withering! "But thou--yes, thou must go--for ever go; "This place is not for thee--for thee! oh no, "Did I but tell thee half, thy tortured brain "Would burn like mine, and mine go wild again! "Enough that Guilt reigns here--that hearts once good "Now tainted, chilled and broken are his food.-- "Enough that we are parted--that there rolls "A flood of headlong fate between our souls, "Whose darkness severs me as wide from thee "As hell from heaven to all eternity!"

"ZELICA, ZELICA!"