Methinks I see thee even yet, shy bird. Dost know, I was so
foolish when it quitted me, dost know I cried?'
'Ah, no! thou didst not cry?'
'Indeed, I think I did.'
'Tell me again, my own Schirene, indeed didst cry?'
'Indeed I did, my soul!'
'I would those tears were in some crystal vase, I'd give a province for
the costly urn.'
She threw her arms around his neck and covered his face with kisses.
Sunset sounded from the minarets. They arose and wandered together in
the surrounding paradise. The sky was tinted with a pale violet flush,
a single star floating by the side of the white moon, that beamed with a
dim lustre, soft and shapely as a pearl.
'Beautiful!' exclaimed the pensive Schirene, as she gazed upon the star.
'O, my Alroy, why cannot we ever live alone, and ever in a paradise?'
'I am wearied of empire,' replied Alroy with a smile, 'let us fly!'
'Is there no island, with all that can make life charming, and yet
impervious to man? How little do we require! Ah! if these gardens,
instead of being surrounded by hateful Bagdad, were only encompassed by
some beautiful ocean!'
'My heart, we live in a paradise, and are seldom disturbed, thanks to
Honain!'
'But the very consciousness that there are any other persons existing
besides ourselves is to me painful.
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