#title From the Arabic
#subtitle An Imitation
#author Percy Bysshe Shelley
#SORTtopics poetry
#date 1824
#source https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/From_the_Arabic:_An_Imitation
#lang en
#pubdate 2020-03-15T00:25:52



My faint spirit was sitting in the light
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Of thy looks, my love;
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It panted for thee like the hind at noon
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For the brooks, my love.
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Thy barb, whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's flight,
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Bore thee far from me;
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My heart, for my weak feet were weary soon,
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Did companion thee.
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Ah! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed,
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Or the death they bear,
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The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove
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With the wings of care;
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In the battle, in the darkness, in the need,
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Shall mine cling to thee,
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Nor claim one smile for all the comfort, love,
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It may bring to thee.