A book of verse by Padraic Colum et al., Herbert & Daniel, 1910
Arab Love Song* FRANCIS THOMPSON The hunched camels of the night** Trouble the bright And silver waters of the moon. The Maiden of the Morn will soon Through Heaven stray and sing, Star gathering. Now while the dark about our loves is strewn, Light of my dark, blood of my heart, O come ! And night will catch her breath up, and be dumb. Leave thy father, leave thy mother And thy brother Leave the black tents of thy tribe apart Am I not thy father and thy brother. And thy mother? And thou—what needest with thy tribe's black tents Who hast the red pavilion of my heart? * p. 4 **The cloud-shapes often observed by travellers in the East.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Material should not be published in another periodical before at least one year has elapsed since publication in Whispering Dialogue. *أن لا يكون النص قد تم نشره في أي صحيفة أو موقع أليكتروني على الأقل (لمدة سنة) من تاريخ النشر. *All content © 2021 Whispering Dialogue or respective authors and publishers, and may not be used elsewhere without written permission. جميع الحقوق محفوظة للناشر الرسمي لدورية (هَمْس الحِوار) Whispering Dialogue ولا يجوز إعادة النشر في أيّة دورية أخرى دون أخذ الإذن من الناشر مع الشكر الجزيل
