The Love-song of Har-Dyal





LONE upon the housetops to the North
I turn and watch the lightning in the skyó
The glamour of thy footsteps in the North.
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die.

Below my feet the still bazar is laidó
Far, far below the weary camels lieó
The camels and the captives of thy raid.
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die.

My fatherís wife is old and harsh with years
And drudge of all my fatherís house am Ió
My bread is sorrow and my drink is tears.
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die.