• 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...