THE Prophet asked one morn of Zeyd, in tender tone, 1
"How art thou, dear disciple, faithful to the bone?"
"I'm pious;—a believer," Zeyd replied; and he
Inquired again: "What proof of faith resides in thee?"
He said: "Whole days I've burnt with parching fever's thirst;
By night I've watched; with love's sweet pangs my heart's nigh burst. Thus have I traversed days’ and nights’ enduring space,
As point of spear through shield makes way in war's embrace. For, in love's view, the church of…