The hunchèd camels of the night <br />Trouble the bright <br />And silver waters of the moon. <br />The Maiden of the Morn will soon <br />Through Heaven stray and sing, <br />Star gathering. <br /> <br />Now while the dark about our loves is strewn, <br />Light of my dark, blood of my heart, O come! <br />And night will catch her breath up, and be dumb. <br /> <br />Leave thy father, leave thy mother <br />And thy brother; <br />Leave the black tents of thy tribe apart! <br />Am I not thy father and thy brother, <br />And thy mother? <br />And thou--what needest with thy tribe's black tents <br />Who hast the red pavilion of my heart?<br /><br />Francis Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-arab-love-song/
