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eaven's Dome is but a wondrous House of Sorrow,And Happiness therein a lying Fable.When first they mix'd the Clay of Man, and cloth'dHis Spirit in the Robe of Perfect Beauty,For Forty Mornings did an Evil CloudRain Sorrows over him from Head to Foot;And when the Forty Mornings pass'd to Night,Then came one Morning-Shower—one Morning-ShowerOf Joy—to Forty of the Rain of Sorrow!—And though the better Fortune came at lastTo seal the Work, yet every Wise Man knowsSuch Consummation never can be here! Salámán fired the Pile; and in the FlameThat, passing him, consumed Absál like Straw,Died his Divided Self, and there survivedHis Individual; and, like a BodyFrom which the Soul is parted, all alone.Then rose his Cry to Heaven—his EyelashesDropt Blood—his Sighs stood like a Smoke in Heaven,And Morning rent her Garment at his Anguish.He tore his Bosom with his Nails—he smoteStone on his Bosom—looking then on handsNo longer lockt in hers, and lost their Jewel,He tore them with his Teeth. And when came Night,He hid him in some Corner of the House,And communed with the Fantom of his Love."Oh Thou whose Presence so long sooth'd my Soul,Now burnt with thy Remembrance! Oh so longThe Light that fed these Eyes now dark with Tears!Oh Long, Long Home of Love now lost for Ever!We were Together—that was all Enough—We two rejoicing in each other's Eyes,Infinitely rejoicing—all the WorldNothing to Us, nor We to all the World—No Road to reach us, nor an Eye to watch—All Day we whisper'd in each other's Ears,All Night we slept in one another's Arms—All seem'd to our Desire, as if the HandOf unjust Fortune were for once too short.Oh would to God that when I lit the PyreThe Flame had left Thee Living and me Dead,Not Living worse than Dead, depriv'd of Thee!Oh were I but with Thee!—at any CostStript of this terrible Self-solitude!Oh but with Thee Annihilation—lost,Or in Eternal Intercourse renew'd!" Slumber-drunk an Arab in theDesert off his Camel tumbled,Who the lighter of her BurdenRan upon her road rejoicing.When the Arab woke at morning,Rubb'd his Eyes and look'd about him—"Oh my Camel! Oh my Camel!"Quoth he, "Camel of my Soul!—That Lost with Her I lost might be,Or found, She might be found with Me!"
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