Iv.--The Princess Badoura'S Last Song To Her Lover

I have poured my wine into a gold cup, I have plucked my roses, unfastened the stone From my bosom. Thou mayest drink my red wine up, Or spill where my jewel and roses are thrown.

The golden-globed night deepens quickly over Me, afraid under its curtains. The spheres Stare. O gather me swiftly, my lover; Make me forget and forgive me these tears.

LAWFORD, Easter, 1914.