An Arab Love Song – Francis Thompson

The hunchèd camels of the nightTrouble 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? 

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