The bedouins OF THE SKIES
YON clouds that roam the deserts of the air,
  On wind-swift barbs, o’er many an azure plain,
Scarce pause to lift to Allah one small prayer,
  Ere Ishmael’s spirit drives them forth again.

THE TWO SPIRITS
I DREAMED two spirits came—one dusk as night:
  “Mortals miscall me Life,” he sadly saith;
The other...