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...THE MARRIAGE (1) by TIMOTHY LIU SPRING WIND IN LONDON by KATHERINE MANSFIELD VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CHANSON INNOCENTE: 2, FR. TULIPS by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS THOMAS MACDONAGH by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE WILLIE WINKIE by WILLIAM MILLER THE RUBAIYAT, 1889 EDITION: 19 by OMAR KHAYYAM IF WE KNEW; OR, BLESSINGS OF TO-DAY by MAY LOUISE RILEY SMITH |