George Meredith,
The Shaving of Shagpat; an Arabian entertainment…
“ Surely, the heart of Noorna was wise of what she bore against her bosom; and it beat exulting strokes in the midst of the rush and roar and gurgle of the torrent, and the gulping sounds and multitudinous outcries of the headlong water. That verse of the poet would apply to her where he says: Lead me to the precipice, And bid me leap the dark abyss: I care not what the danger be, So my beloved, my beauteous vision, Be but the prize I bear with me, For she to Paradise can turn Perdition. Praise be to him that planteth love, the worker of this marvel, within us! ”
