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[Dedicated to G. M. Marston] Pale as the night that pales In the dawn’s pearl-pure pavillion… I wait for thee, with my dove’s br… Shuddering, a god its bitter guest…
I praise Thee, God, whose rays up… and Morning Star: Nowit asali fardh salat assobhi al… I praise Thee, God, the fierce an… forth to war!
The cloud my bed is tinged with bl… The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above the West, brave hi… Whose gladiators shock and shun As the blue night devours them, cr…
Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfo… Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of… O son of my bowels to the Lord of… O man of mine that hast covered me
The South wind said to the palms: My lovers sing me psalms; But are they as warm as those That Laylah’s lover knows? The North wind said to the firs:
I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And life for every one. Ye shall dance on hill and level;
There never was a face as fair as… A heart as true, a love as pure an… These things endure, if anything e… But, in this jungle, what high hea… Us in its silence, the supreme ser…
Come to my arms— is it eve? is it… Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn… Are the streams in full song? Do… Is it the nightingale? Is it the… Is it the smile of the autumn, the…
(An Oath wrtitten during the Dawn… Aiwaz! Confirm my troth with thee… With secret sperm of subtle, free,… Mould thou my very flesh as Thine… In childhood merry as divine, ench…
AN ATTACK ON BARBERCRAFT [Dedicated to George Cecil Jones… At last an end of all I hoped and… Muttered the hermit through his el… Then what art thou? the evil whisp…
“Aug.” 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and tw… Since my full moon first broke fro… A year of infinite love unwearying… No circling seasons, but perennial…
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy… O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seduct… That poises head and hood, and mak… Of tom-tom and of cymbal wooed by… El Arabi! El Arabi!
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what ai… Without its climax, death, what sa… Life? an impeccable machine, exact He paces an inane and pointless pa… To glut brute appetites, his sole…
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and s… the wine the drawer of the wine, And Him that planted first the gr…
A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: The silence of deep height was dra…