English poem
In the Meadow
by Ameen Rihani (1876–1940)
The shadow of thy curls I see Upon thy lovely face; And just a little wish is mine— The shadow to embrace.
On thy black and silken tresses, Ah, one longs to feast the sight; But the shadows of their beauty, Hanging on thy cheeks of light,
From my lips, exact a tribute, Which I pay here in this meadow: Blush not, my most winsome maiden; I have only kissed the shadow.