Be still, my heart, and listen,
For sweet and yet acute
I hear the wistful music
...
At Kotri, by the river, when the evening's sun is low,
The waving palm trees quiver, the golden waters glow,
...
Why above others was I so blessed
And honoured? to be chosen one
To hold you, sleeping, against my breast,
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'This is no time for saying 'no''
Were thy last words to me,
And yet my lips refused the kiss
They might have given thee.
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This passion is but an ember
Of a Sun, of a Fire, long set;
I could not live and remember,
And so I love and forget.
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Listen, Beloved, the Casurinas quiver,
Each tassel prays the wind to set it free,
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We have left Gul Kach behind us,
Are marching on Apozai,--
Where pleasure and rest are waiting
To welcome us by and by.
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I, who of lighter love wrote many a verse,
Made public never words inspired by thee,
Lest strangers' lips should carelessly rehearse
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Deep in the jungle vast and dim,
That knew not a white man's feet,
I smelt the odour of sun-warmed fur,
Musky, savage, and sweet.
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Since, Oh, Beloved, you are not even faithful
To me, who loved you so, for one short night,
For one brief space of darkness, though my absence
...