FROM the Desert I come to thee <br />On a stallion shod with fire; <br />And the winds are left behind <br />In the speed of my desire. <br />Under thy window I stand, <br />And the midnight hears my cry: <br />I love thee, I love but thee, <br />With a love that shall not die <br />Till the sun grows cold, <br />And the stars are old, <br />And the leaves of the Judgment <br />Book unfold! <br /> <br />Look from thy window and see <br />My passion and my pain; <br />I lie on the sands below, <br />And I faint in thy disdain. <br />Let the night-winds touch thy brow <br />With the heat of my burnings sigh, <br />And melt thee to hear the vow <br />Of a love that shall not die <br />Till the sun grows cold, <br />And the stars are old, <br />And the leaves of the Judgment <br />Book unfold! <br /> <br />My steps are nightly driven, <br />By the fever in my breast, <br />To hear from thy lattice breathed <br />The word that shall give me rest. <br />Open the door of thy heart, <br />And open thy chamber door, <br />And my kisses shall teach thy lips <br />The love that shall fade no more <br />Till the sun grows cold, <br />And the stars are old, <br />And the leaves of the Judgment <br />Book unfold!<br /><br />James Bayard Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bedouin-song/
