To Yulma
A MOORISH LOVER SPEAKS .
Like soft twin moons thy rounded bosoms gleam
Veiled in the shade of Yani's minaret,
And like an undulate tide of perfumed jet
Thy sequin-studded tresses downward stream.
Thine eyes recall the first triumphant beam
That darts thro' daring clouds, that Westward met
Ere the all-holy sun in state had set,
Leaving warm valleys in a hazy dream.
Here in the grim shades of the Alcazar,
Listen, oh love, unto my soft kinoor,
That pulses like my heart for thee, afar!
Hark to sweet Saâdis' words that all allure,
And see, like hope, lighting yon barren moor,
The flawless splendor of our guardian star!
Like soft twin moons thy rounded bosoms gleam
Veiled in the shade of Yani's minaret,
And like an undulate tide of perfumed jet
Thy sequin-studded tresses downward stream.
Thine eyes recall the first triumphant beam
That darts thro' daring clouds, that Westward met
Ere the all-holy sun in state had set,
Leaving warm valleys in a hazy dream.
Here in the grim shades of the Alcazar,
Listen, oh love, unto my soft kinoor,
That pulses like my heart for thee, afar!
Hark to sweet Saâdis' words that all allure,
And see, like hope, lighting yon barren moor,
The flawless splendor of our guardian star!
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