In desert realms fond whispers blow, A prince, with heart in fervent flame. Enthralled by starlight’s gaze aglow Where love’s allure called out his name.

My lovers’ tears are falling like the rain; Silently streaming beads filled with dissent And anger red, the trails of sorrow’s strain; If eyes be

Let not stone-cold judgment thy love denyFor the summer of thy youth tis not lost:Make sweet melody; all darkness defyWhere beauty strengthens, when life’s dreams

Who can hold a candle to thee lady?To ponder thee is beauty manifest:Thy sinewed limbs climb to heights unshady,And fortune’s pride hath held thee at

Speak’st thou, so harsh! nay say thee shamelessly,As wisdom’s voice contrarily denies.For barren senses wander aimlessly,And inwardly, not beyond, mount disguise. Self-loathing swells as coolness

Ah me! What luminous starry-eyed hue,Questioning sanity’s instinct within,Where lucidity turns electric blue,And eclipse of heart hath lured thee in! O, be not disheartened o’er

The scarlet sparrow perched on a branch,Proud sprite, from whence grace her wings did brighten.From depth of soul tears fell in avalanche,Yet by her grit

From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April dress’d in all his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in every