I.--The Prince Of Ormuz Sings To Badoura

When she kisses me with her lips, I become A Roc, that giant, that fabulous bird And over the desert, vast, yellow, and dumb, I wheel, and my jubilant screaming is heard, A voice, an echo, high up and glad, Over the domes and green pools of Bagdad.

But when she kisses me with her eyes, My heart melts in me; she is my sun; She strokes my snow; I am loosed, I arise: A brook of water I run, I run, Crystal water, sunny and sweet, Laughing and weeping to fawn at her feet.

LAWFORD, Easter, 1914.