I was an Arab, I loved my horse; Swift as an arrow He swept the course.
Sweet as a lamb He came to hand; He was the flower Of all the land.
Through lonely nights I rode afar; God lit His lights-- Star upon star.
God's in the desert; His breath the air: Beautiful desert, Boundless and bare!
Free as the wild wind, Light as a foal; Ah, there is room there To stretch one's soul.
Far reached my thought, Scant were my needs: A few bananas And lotus seeds.
Sparkling as water Cool in the shade, Ibrahim's daughter, Beautiful maid.
Out of thy Kulleh, Fairest and first, Give me to drink Quencher of thirst.
I am athirst, girl; Parched with desire, Love in my bosom Burns as a fire.
Green thy oasis, Waving with Palms; Oh, be no niggard, Maid, with thy alms.
Kiss me with kisses, Buds of thy mouth, Sweeter than Cassia Fresh from the South.
Bind me with tresses, Clasp with a curl; And in caresses Stifle me, girl.
I was an Arab Ages ago! Hence this home-sickness And all my woe.
A White Night
- by Mathilde Blind91
THE land lay deluged by the Moon; The molten silver of the lake Shimmered in many a broad lagoon Between grey isles, whose copse and brake Lay folded on the water's breast Like halcyons in a floating nest.
And like a child who trusts in God When in the dark it lies alone, Stretched on the aromatic sod My heart was laid against your own, Against your heart, which seemed to be Mine own to all Eternity.
Lapped in illimitable light, The woods and waters seemed to swoon, And clouds like angels-winged the night And slipped away into the Moon, Lost in that radiant flame above As we were lapped and lost in love.
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