Memory

How I loved you in your sleep,

With the starlight on your hair!

The touch of your lips was sweet,

Aziza whom I adore,

As I lay at your slender feet,

And against their soft palms pressed,

I fitted my face to rest.

As winds blow over the sea

From Citron gardens ashore,

Came, through your scented hair,

The breeze of the night to me.

My lips grew arid and dry,

My nerves were tense,

Though your beauty soothe the eye

It maddens the sense.

Every curve of that beauty is known to me,

Every tint of that delicate roseleaf skin,

And these are printed on ever atom of me,

Burnt in on every fibre until I die.

And for this, my sin,

I doubt if ever, though dust I be,

The dust will lose the desire,

The torment and hidden fire,

Of my passionate love for you.

Aziza whom I adore,

My dust will be full of your beauty, as is the blue

And infinite ocean full of the azure sky.

In the light that waxed and waned

Playing about your slumber in silver bars,

As the palm trees swung their feathery fronds athwart the stars,

How quiet and young you were,

Pale as the Champa flowers, violet veined,

That, sweet and fading, lay in your loosened hair.

How sweet you were in your sleep,

With the starlight on your hair!

Your throat thrown backwards, bare,

And touched with circling moonbeams, silver white

On the couch’s sombre shade.

O Aziza my one delight,

When Youth’s passionate pulses fade,

And his golden heart beats slow,

When across the infinite sky

I see the roseate glow

Of my last, last sunset flare,

I shall send my thoughts to this night

And remember you as I die,

The one thing, among all the things of this earth, found fair.

How sweet you were in your sleep,

With the starlight, silver and sable, across your hair!

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Poems in English 

• Not the Pilot. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Not Heaving from My Ribb’d Breast Only. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Not Heat Flames up and Consumes. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• No Labor-Saving Machine. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Night on The Prairies. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Native Moments. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Mystic Trumpeter, The. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Myself and Mine. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• My Picture-Gallery. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Mother and Babe. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Miracles. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Mediums. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Me Imperturbe. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Mannahatta. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Manhattan Streets I Saunter’d, Pondering. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Look Down, Fair Moon. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Longings for Home. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Long, too Long, O Land! by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Long I Thought that Knowledge. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman

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