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"I drank, but the draught of his glance, not wine, * And his

swaying gait swayed to sleep these eyne: 'Twas not grape juice

grips me but grasp of Past * 'Twas not bowl o'erbowled me but

gifts divine: His coiling curl-lets my soul ennetted * And his

cruel will all my wits outwitted.[FN#181]"

After a pause she resumed:-

"If we 'plain of absence what shall we say? * Or if pain afflict

us where wend our way? An I hire a truchman[FN#182] to tell my

tale * The lover's plaint is not told for pay: If I put on

patience, a lover's life * After loss of love will not last a

day: Naught is left me now but regret, repine * And tears

flooding cheeks for ever and aye: O thou who the babes of these

eyes[FN#183] hast fled * Thou art homed in heart that shall never

stray Would heaven I wot hast thou kept our pact * Long as stream

shall flow, to have firmest fay? Or hast forgotten the weeping

slave * Whom groans afflict and whom griefs waylay? Ah, when

severance ends and we side by side * Couch, I'll blame thy

rigours and chide thy pride!"