The hunched camels of the night Trouble the bright And silver waters of the moon. The Maiden of the Morn will soon Through Heaven stray and sing, Star gathering. Now while the dark about our loves is strewn, Light of my dark, blood of my heart, O come! And night will catch her breath up, and be dumb. Leave thy father, leave thy mother And thy brother; Leave the black tents of thy tribe apart! Am I not thy father and thy brother, And thy mother? And thou -- what needest with thy tribe's black tents Who hast the red pavilion of my heart? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOLUTIONS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE COMPLAINT OF CHAUCER TO HIS EMPTY PURSE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER ONCE BEFORE by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE TO SENECA LAKE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL CHINESE PICTURE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN GHOSTS by MARION FRANCIS BROWN |