That night, under the
Fig tree, when your
Eyes'like those of
Doves'beams'and blinks
At me, as beautiful as
That night, when I laid
In your lain' waiting
Like a city' under a
Siege to sail with you,
This we did' but the
Little we could do'for
You were taken'yet even
As Many as the sea can
Quench the fire'but not
My desire for you, I
Walk from dusk'till dawn
Drawn by your blazing
Beauty to behold, this I
Held in my heart, that
Night the cawing gulls
Caws but we felt no fear,
For the skies bless, and
Bliss our being, now I
Find you no more as what
Was there may never be
There again, but have
Stayed, and strayed of
The lain.
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