Selections from Songs of a Bayadere and Songs of a Troubadour By Evelyn Douglas [i.e. J. E. Barlas] |
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The Priestess of Athor.
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The Priestess of Athor.
Where Egypt's holy river
Flows through the haunted nights,
Stood once the city of Memphis,
Full of lutes and lights.
Flows through the haunted nights,
Stood once the city of Memphis,
Full of lutes and lights.
And there the child of Athor—
A priestess pure and fair,
Lost in the temple garden,
In the aloe-scented air—
A priestess pure and fair,
Lost in the temple garden,
In the aloe-scented air—
Found love in the moonlit roses,
Whose perfume told her this—
That the gods would all leave heaven
For one warm human kiss;
Whose perfume told her this—
That the gods would all leave heaven
For one warm human kiss;
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Found love in the wandering breezes,
Whose music told her this—
That the gods are dying in heaven
For the want of a human kiss;
Whose music told her this—
That the gods are dying in heaven
For the want of a human kiss;
Found love in the hallowed waters,
And love in the stars above;
And learnt that the gods are lonely,
And jealous of human love.
And love in the stars above;
And learnt that the gods are lonely,
And jealous of human love.
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