POTIPHAR'S WIFE
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Mine ears have drank the music of thy tongue
Too long for life, except Love heals life's pain!
See! The fond dagger for my scorned blood yearns,
And drinks its first drop, where the bright point burns!
Too long for life, except Love heals life's pain!
See! The fond dagger for my scorned blood yearns,
And drinks its first drop, where the bright point burns!
XXXIX.
"Deny me, and I drive this shining death
Straight to the heart which thou contemnest so;
And when last love-sigh comes with latest breath,
And o'er thy cruel hands the red streams flow,
My murdered body shall Lord Itfîr see,
And the dread charge of this will light on thee!"
"Deny me, and I drive this shining death
Straight to the heart which thou contemnest so;
And when last love-sigh comes with latest breath,
And o'er thy cruel hands the red streams flow,
My murdered body shall Lord Itfîr see,
And the dread charge of this will light on thee!"
XL.
With eager grasp he clutched her wrist, and cried:
"Great Asenath! have pity on us both!
From such mad frenzy turn thy steel aside.
Too fair—too dear—to die! too—" She, not loath,
With eager grasp he clutched her wrist, and cried:
"Great Asenath! have pity on us both!
From such mad frenzy turn thy steel aside.
Too fair—too dear—to die! too—" She, not loath,
