"O would that in the world there were no night, That I might ne'er be parted from her lips! No scorpion-sting would sink deep in my heart But for her scorpion coils of darkest hair. If' neath her lip no starry dimple shone, I would not linger with the stars till day; And if she were not cast in beauty's mould, My soul would not be moulded of her love. If I must live without my Well-beloved, O God! I would there were no life for me."