NOT occasion makes the thief; <br /> <br />She's the greatest of the whole; <br />For Love's relics, to my grief, <br /> <br />From my aching heart she stole. <br /> <br />She hath given it to thee,-- <br /> <br />All the joy my life had known, <br />So that, in my poverty, <br /> <br />Life I seek from thee alone. <br /> <br />Yet compassion greets me straight <br /> <br />In the lustre of thine eye, <br />And I bless my newborn fate, <br /> <br />As within thine arms I lie.<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/book-of-suleika-hatem-01/
