A Fantasy

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I was an Arab,
 I loved my horse;
Swift as an arrow
 He swept the course.

Sweet as a lamb
 He came to hand;
He was the flower
 Of all the land.

Through lonely nights
 I rode afar;
God lit His lights-
 Star upon star.

God's in the desert;
 His breath the air:
Beautiful desert,
 Boundless and bare!

Free as the wild wind,
 Light as a foal;
Ah, there is room there
 To stretch one's soul.

Far reached my thought,
 Scant were my needs:
A few bananas
 And lotus seeds.

Sparkling as water
 Cool in the shade,
Ibrahim's daughter,
 Beautiful maid.

Out of thy Kulleh,
 Fairest and first,
Give me to drink
 Quencher of thirst.

I am athirst, girl;
 Parched with desire,
Love in my bosom
 Burns as a fire.

Green thy oasis,
 Waving with Palms;
Oh, be no niggard,
 Maid, with thy alms.

Kiss me with kisses,
 Buds of thy mouth,
Sweeter than Cassia
 Fresh from the South.

Bind me with tresses,
 Clasp with a curl;
And in caresses
 Stifle me, girl.

I was an Arab
 Ages ago!
Hence this home-sickness
 And all my woe.

© Mathilde Blind