THE sun appears！ A glorious sight！
The crescent-moon clings round him now.
What could this wondrous pair unite？
How to explain this riddle？ How？
HATEM.
May this our joy's foreboder prove！
In it I view myself and thee；
Thou calmest me thy sun， my love，--
Come， my sweet moon， cling thou round me！
1815.
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第一章LOVE for love， and moments sweet，Lips returning kiss for kiss， Word for word， and eyes that meet；Breath for breath， and bliss for bliss.
Thus at eve， and thus the morrow！
Yet thou feeblest， at my lay， Ever some half-hidden sorrow；Could I Joseph's graces borrow，All thy beauty I'd repay！
1815.
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