An Arab Love-Song
The hunchèd camels of the
Trouble the bright And silver waters of the moon
The Maiden of the Morn will soon Through Heaven stray and sing,
Star gathering
The hunchèd camels of the
Trouble the bright And silver waters of the moon
The Maiden of the Morn will soon Through Heaven stray and sing,
Star gathering
I lie here thinking of you:—- the stain of loveis upon the world
Yellow, yellow, yellowit eats into the leaves,smears with saffronthe horned branched the leanheavilyagainst a smooth purple sky
There is no lightonly a honey-thick staintha...
Velvet nights
Of August heat,
Daring words
And eyes that meet,
Доле, воле, леле моя!
Від павутиння рясного осіннього
До ходіння й кружляння попідтинню.
Від розбитих серцевих хвірток
Full moon above my window
Means one more sleepless night,
I lose myself in shadows
Of passion and delight.