Forget with me this babbling, scented room. Your high cheek bones, the flaring lift of brow Speak of a stronger clan. Can we resume That night a thousand years ago -- and now Brought back to me by your fierce tenderness? Touching your cheek that holds the desert stain, Giving to me its unashamed caress -- I ride once more across a moonlit plain And see a tented city -- a swift pack Of savage horsemen giving eager tongue -- Your hot disdain is close upon our track, A baffled suitor's futile lance is flung... From steel-rimmed hoof to purr of cushioned wheel -- From desert sand to polished ball-room floor -- The lights, the music, and your beauty steal A hundred decades... and we love once more! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WEDDING BED IN MANGKUTANA by KAREN SWENSON DAYBREAK by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS DURING WIND AND RAIN by THOMAS HARDY THE SPIRES OF OXFORD by WINIFRED MARY LETTS GOLDEN GLOW by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE SHIRK OR WORK? by GRACE BORDELON AGATE HOW CAN I SING? by FREDERICK C. BODEN OLD AND YOUNG by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: METEMPSYCHOSIS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |