SULEIMA TO HER LOVER
FROM THE TURKISH.
TTHOU reck'nest seven Heavens; I but one:And thou art it, Beloved! Voice and hand,And eye and mouth, are but the angel bandWho minister around that highest throne—Thy godlike heart. And there I reign supreme,And choose, at will, the angel who I deemWill sing the sweetest, words I love to hear—That short, sweet song, whose echo clearWill last throughout eternity:"I love thee!How I love thee!"
TTHOU reck'nest seven Heavens; I but one:And thou art it, Beloved! Voice and hand,And eye and mouth, are but the angel bandWho minister around that highest throne—Thy godlike heart. And there I reign supreme,And choose, at will, the angel who I deemWill sing the sweetest, words I love to hear—That short, sweet song, whose echo clearWill last throughout eternity:"I love thee!How I love thee!"
TTHOU reck'nest seven Heavens; I but one:And thou art it, Beloved! Voice and hand,And eye and mouth, are but the angel bandWho minister around that highest throne—Thy godlike heart. And there I reign supreme,And choose, at will, the angel who I deemWill sing the sweetest, words I love to hear—That short, sweet song, whose echo clearWill last throughout eternity:"I love thee!How I love thee!"
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THOU reck'nest seven Heavens; I but one:And thou art it, Beloved! Voice and hand,And eye and mouth, are but the angel bandWho minister around that highest throne—Thy godlike heart. And there I reign supreme,And choose, at will, the angel who I deemWill sing the sweetest, words I love to hear—That short, sweet song, whose echo clearWill last throughout eternity:"I love thee!How I love thee!"