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SULEIMA TO HER LOVER.
FROM THE TURKISH
THOU reck’nest seven Heavens; I but one: And thou art it, Beloved! Voice and hand, And eye and mouth, are but the angel band Who minister around that highest throne— Thy godlike heart. And there I reign supreme, And choose, at will, the angel who I deem Will sing the sweetest, words I love to hear— That short, sweet song, whose echo clear Will last throughout eternity: “I love thee! How I love thee!”