Haround al Raschid, <br />Lord and Master of the Skies, <br />Calls forth from Harem of the Night, <br />To show her skills and feast his eyes, <br />Most beauteous of his cherished lights. <br /> <br />How she beguiles with dancer's art <br />And of her face shows only part; <br />Her flimsy veil portends much charm <br />But now, alas, I see she's gone.<br /><br />Mill Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moon-haroun-al-raschid/
