Bedouin Song

From the Desert I come to thee   On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind   In the speed of my desire. Under thy window I stand,   And the midnight hears my cry: I love thee, I love but thee,   With a love that shall not die       Till the sun grows cold,       And the stars are old,       And the leaves of the Judgment             Book unfold! Look from thy window and see   My passion and my pain; I lie on the sands below,   And I faint in thy disdain. Let the night-winds touch thy brow   With the heat of my burnings sigh, And melt thee to hear the vow   Of a love that shall not die       Till the sun grows cold,       And the stars are old,       And the leaves of the Judgment             Book unfold! My steps are nightly driven,   By the fever in my breast, To hear from thy lattice breathed   The word that shall give me rest. Open the door of thy heart,   And open thy chamber door, And my kisses shall teach thy lips   The love that shall fade no more       Till the sun grows cold,       And the stars are old,       And the leaves of the Judgment             Book unfold!