Song of Taj Mahomed

By Violet Nicolson

Dear is my inlaid sword; across the Border

It brought me much reward; dear is my Mistress,

The jewelled treasure of an amorous hour.

Dear beyond measure are my dreams and Fancies.

These I adore; for these I live and labour,

Holding them more than sword or jewelled Mistress,

For this indeed may rust, and that prove faithless,

But, till my limbs are dust, I have my Fancies.