English poem
An Escape
by Edward Powys Mathers (1892–1939)
She was beautiful that evening and so gay.... In little games My hand had slipped her mantle, I am not sure About her skirts. Then in the night's curtain of shadows, Heavy and discreet, I asked and she replied: To-morrow. Next day I came Saying, Remember. Words of a night, she said, to bring the day. From the Arabic of Abu Nuas (eighth century).