Poems of the Orient (Taylor, 1855)/Bedouin Song
BEDOUIN SONG.
From the Desert I come to theeOn a stallion shod with fire;And the winds are left behindIn the speed of my desire.Under thy window I stand,And the midnight hears my cry:I love thee, I love but thee,With a love that shall not dieTill the sun grows cold,And the stars are old,And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
Look from thy window and seeMy passion and my pain;I lie on the sands below,And I faint in thy disdain. Let the night-winds touch thy browWith the heat of my burning sigh,And melt thee to hear the vowOf a love that shall not dieTill the sun grows cold,And the stars are old,And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
My steps are nightly driven,By the fever in my breast,To hear from thy lattice breathedThe word that shall give me rest.Open the door of thy heart,And open thy chamber door,And my kisses shall teach thy lipsThe love that shall fade no moreTill the sun grows cold,And the stars are old,And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!