Three Songs of Zahir-u-Din

The tropic day's redundant charms

Cool twilight soothes away,

The sun slips down behind the palms

And leaves the landscape grey.

I want to take you in my arms

And kiss your lips away!

I wake with sunshine in my eyes

And find the morning blue,

A night of dreams behind me lies

And all were dreams of you!

Ah, how I wish the while I rise,

That what I dream were true.

The weary day's laborious pace,

I hasten and beguile

By fancies, which I backwards trace

To things I loved erstwhile;

The weary sweetness of your face,

Your faint, illusive smile.

The silken softness of your hair

Where faint bronze shadows are,

Your strangely slight and youthful air,

No passions seem to mar,—

Oh, why, since Fate has made you fair,

Must Fortune keep you far?

Thus spent, the day so long and bright

Less hot and brilliant seems,

Till in a final flare of light

The sun withdraws his beams.

Then, in the coolness of the night,

I meet you in my dreams!