O, SAY, 'neath what celestial sign
The day doth lie,
When ne'er again this heart of mine
Away will fly?
And e'en though fled (what thought divine!)
Would near me lie?--
On the soft couch, on whose sweet shrine
My heart near hers will lie!
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/book-of-suleika-hatem-02/
