Hatem: Not occasion makes the thief

NOT occasion makes the thief;
She's the greatest of the whole;
For Love's relics, to my grief,
From my aching heart she stole.
She hath given it to thee,--

All the joy my life had known,
So that, in my poverty,
Life I seek from thee alone.
Yet compassion greets me straight

In the lustre of thine eye,
And I bless my newborn fate,
As within thine arms I lie.