Sometimes, consoled, they jested at their fears,
Musing what lovers Time to them would bring;
But I was silent, thinking of the King.
Till, when the weary endless sands were passed,
When, far to south, the city rose at last,
All speech forsook me and my eyelids fell,
Since I already loved my Lord so well.
Then the division: some were sent away
To merchants in the city; some, they say,
To summer palaces, beyond the walls.
But me they took straight to the Sultan's halls.
Every morning I would wake and say
"Ah, sisters, shall I see our Lord to-day?"
The women robed me, perfumed me, and smiled;
"When were his feet unfleet to pleasure, child?"
And tales they told me of his deeds in war,
Of how his name was reverenced afar;
And, crouching closer in the lamp's faint glow,
They told me of his beauty, speaking low.
What need, what need? the women wasted art;
I love you with every fibre of my heart
My mother found this book... a Doctor M. Stoff had adressed it to his beloved Katheryn on February 13th, 1926. The book is a vivid view of passion and fiery youth. You can almost smell the wild jamsine, feel the heat of the hot dessert sand, and be consumed by a mysterious lovers touch. It is a window to the customs of eastern, full-blown heart felt romance and emotion that i pray everyone gets to experience once in their life. A good read for any poetry lover.
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