IV.— THE PRINCESS BADOURA'S LAST SONG TO HER LOVER

By Robert Nichols

I have poured my wine into a gold cup,

I have plucked my roses, unfastened the stone

From my bosom. Thou mayest drink my red wine up,

Or spill where my jewel and roses are thrown.

The golden-globed night deepens quickly over

Me, afraid under its curtains. The spheres

Stare. O gather me swiftly, my lover;

Make me forget and forgive me these tears.