 | Poems by William W. Story |  |
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IN THE EAST.
Drop a rosebud from the grating,
Just at twilight, love,
Underneath I shall be waiting,
And will glance above;
If you hear a whistle answer,
All below is right,
Drop into my arms, we'll vanish
Far into the night.
Just at twilight, love,
Underneath I shall be waiting,
And will glance above;
If you hear a whistle answer,
All below is right,
Drop into my arms, we'll vanish
Far into the night.
At the gate, the slaves are ready
With the palanquin—
Ah! my heart is so unsteady,
Till our flight begin—
Through the level tombs we'll hurry,
Leaving death behind,
And in Shiraz' morning splendor,
Love and Life we'll find.
With the palanquin—
Ah! my heart is so unsteady,
Till our flight begin—
Through the level tombs we'll hurry,
Leaving death behind,
And in Shiraz' morning splendor,
Love and Life we'll find.
| Poems by William W. Story | |