{"collection":"Islam","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/isl/arp/arp040.htm","path":"isl/arp/arp040.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/isl/arp/arp040.htm","text":"Arabian Poetry, by W. A. Clouston, [1881]\nWith trembling steps to me she came;\n \u00a0\u00a0\"Farewell,\" she would have cried,\n But ere her lips the word could frame,\n \u00a0\u00a0In half-formed sounds it died.\nThen bending down, with looks of love,\n \u00a0\u00a0Her arms she round me flung,\n And as the gale hangs on the grove,\n \u00a0\u00a0Upon my breast she hung.\nMy willing arms embraced the maid,\n \u00a0\u00a0My heart with raptures beat;\n While she but wept the more and said,\n \u00a0\u00a0\"Would we had never met!\"","title":"Arabian Poetry: Shorter Pieces of Arabian Poetry: The Adieu, by Abu Mohammed","type":"page"}