ZULEIKA AND HER GAZELLE. 
My own Gazelle,— 
Ah! loved too well! 
Yet in whose eye Zuleika sees, 
So earthless, calm, the spirit’s ease, 
And in thy placid fond caress 
Can almost baffle earth’s distress ! 
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Thou hast no thought of passion’s ill,— 
Ambition doth not waste 
Thy fair white form, on which the seal 
Of innocence is placed :— 
Thy playful air 
No dark despair, 
Nor even hope may dim ; 
A thing of light, an angel-dream, 
Thou seem’st,—for all in thee unfolds 
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What heaven, one transient hour, withholds! 
