I was a timid little antelope; <br />My home was in the rocks, the lonely rocks. <br /> <br />I saw the hunters scouring on the plain; <br />I lived among the rocks, the lonely rocks. <br /> <br />I was a-thirsty in the summer-heat; <br />I ventured to the tents beneath the rocks. <br /> <br />Zuleikah brought me water from the well; <br />Since then I have been faithless to the rocks. <br /> <br />I saw her face reflected in the well; <br />Her camels since have marched into the rocks. <br /> <br />I look to see her image in the well; <br />I only see my eyes, my own sad eyes. <br />My mother is alone among the rocks.<br /><br />William Makepeace Thackeray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rocks-2/
