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...OLNEY HYMNS: 18. LOVEST THOU ME? by WILLIAM COWPER THE BATTLE OF LA PRAIRIE, 1691 by WILLIAM DOUW LIGHTHALL THE GENERAL by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THOSE WHO LOVE by SARA TEASDALE THE FIRST AIR-RAID WARNING by EVELYN D. BANGAY THE HEATHER ON FIRE by MATHILDE BLIND ST. BEE'S HEAD by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |