IV THERE came by night a northern cavalier Beneath her terrace when the moon was young, And she, the fond Sultana, bent to hear A serenade no Moslem youth had sung. She stirred—but at her lips the Sultan yearned And half-asleep entwined her fingers tight. Till soon where down the gorge the pathway turned She heard the horseman pass into the night. There came by night though moons waxed bleak and old No other voice to sing like his again; The fountains splashed through marbles stained with gold; Till dawn she heard the nightingale complain. But day by day adown her mirador She watched the mountain flocks and herdsmen pass; Smiling she fed her parrot o'er and o'er,— But ah, who taught it thus to sigh, Alas? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE A POEM AGAINST THE WAR IN VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH JASPER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON LOVE'S TENDRILS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 3. WASHINGTON, D.C. by CLARENCE MAJOR JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |