POTIPHAR'S WIFE
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Asenath seemed, and Yûsuf. If he turned,
Unyielding, from the Princess at his knees,
On the same Princess gazed he, imaged sweet;
And himself yielded, conquered, at her feet.
Unyielding, from the Princess at his knees,
On the same Princess gazed he, imaged sweet;
And himself yielded, conquered, at her feet.
XXV.
And more than steadfast soul might well withstand
It was, to bring his troubled gaze again
To that great suppliant, wasting on his hand
Woeful caressings: and to mark what pain
Filled with clear tears the bright beseeching eyes;
Heaved the soft breasts, as sea-tides sink and rise.
And more than steadfast soul might well withstand
It was, to bring his troubled gaze again
To that great suppliant, wasting on his hand
Woeful caressings: and to mark what pain
Filled with clear tears the bright beseeching eyes;
Heaved the soft breasts, as sea-tides sink and rise.
XXVI.
For, when she linked the last door's chain, and seized
His hands, and, desperate, her last prayer said,
He had been stone or snow to view, unpleased,
The lustrous glory of that low-bowed head,
The meekness of such majesty forgot,
The queenly pleading orbs, whose light was shot
For, when she linked the last door's chain, and seized
His hands, and, desperate, her last prayer said,
He had been stone or snow to view, unpleased,
The lustrous glory of that low-bowed head,
The meekness of such majesty forgot,
The queenly pleading orbs, whose light was shot
