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XXIX.
"Give, then, mine heart its will, mine eyelids sleep;
My head the pillow that can lull its woe.
Shall Asenath of Memphis vainly weep?
I cry to thee by Him thou honourest so,
Thy Hebrew Jah—if He hath any ruth—
Show mercy! Put to fruit thy blossomed youth!"

XXX.
"Yea! By the marks thy God hath set on thee
To make thee most desirable,—thy hair
Glossed like an ibis' wing,—thy brows which be
Black rainbows to thy sunlike eyes,—the fair
Wonderful rounding of thy temples twain,
And that flower mouth,—which, when it opes again

XXXI.
"Cannot, and shall not say me 'nay'—by these,
And all thy goodly strength, for Love's use given,