WOUNDER AND HEALER.
Reading edition
(THE IDEA TAKEN FROM AGOUB’S TRANSLATION OF AN ARABIC SONG.)
Thy witching look is like a two-edged sword To pierce his heart by whom thou art surveyed; Thy rosy lips the precious balm afford To heal the wound thy keen-edged sword has made. I am its victim; I have felt the steel; My heart now rankles with the smarting pain; Give me thy lips the bitter wound to heal— Thy lips to kiss, and I am whole again. Daphnis.
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[Transcriber’s note—the following changes have been made to this text.
Page 750: Hobbs to Hobb—“answered old Hobb slowly”.]