YOUR presence like a benison to me Wakes my sick soul to dreamful ecstasy, I fancy that some old Arabian night Saw you my houri and my heart's delight. And wandering forth beneath the passionate moon, Your love-strung zither and my soul in tune, We knew the joy, the haunting of the pain That like a flame thrills through me now again. To-night we sit where sweet the spice winds blow, A wind the northland lacks and ne'er shall know, With clasped hands and spirits all aglow As in Arabia in the long ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STONEWALL JACKSON; MORTALLY WOUNDED AT CHANCELLORSVILLE by HERMAN MELVILLE HERTHA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE DARTMOUTH by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THEODORE ROOSEVELT by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE UNCHANGING by FRIEDRICH MARTIN VON BODENSTEDT |