BEDOUIN SONG

    FROM the Desert I come to thee
        On a stallion shod with fire;
    And the winds are left behind
        In 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 die
               Till the sun grows cold,
               And the stars are old,
               And the leaves of the Judgement
                           Book unfold!

    Look from thy window and see
        My passion and my pain;
    I lie on the sands below,
        And I faint in thy disdain.
    Let the night-winds touch thy brow
        With the heat of my burning sigh,
    And melt thee to hear the vow
        Of a love that shall not die
               Till the sun grows cold,
               And the stars are old,
               And the leaves of the Judgement
                           Book unfold!

    My steps are nightly driven,
        By the fever in my breast,
    To hear from thy lattice breathed
        The word that shall give me rest.
    Open the door of thy heart,
        And open thy chamber door,
    And my kisses shall teach thy lips
       The love that shall fade no more
               Till the sun grows cold,
               And the stars are old,
               And the leaves of the Judgement
                           Book unfold!