Oriental Serenades

I

The flush has faded from the mountain brow;
Hearken, Zuleika, to my true-love vow!

The evening's violet vesture folds the vale;
Hearken, Zuleika, to my true-love tale!

There burns the lover's passionate star above;
Hearken, Zuleika, hearken unto love!

II

Rose of the fair rose-garden, O my Rose,
Answer, I pray thee, for my heart's repose!
Dies on the air the last muezzin call,
And khan-ward now the weary pilgrim goes.

The fountain murmurs; soft the south wind blows;
It is Love's hour, as every lover knows;
I cry to thee; cry thou antiphonal,
Rose of the fair rose-garden, O my Rose!