Reverie Of Mahomed Akram At The Tamarind Tank Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The Desert is parched in the burning sunA
And the grass is scorched and whiteB
But the sand is passed and the march is doneA
We are camping here to nightB
I sit in the shade of the Temple wallsC
While the cadenced water evenly fallsC
And a peacock out of the Jungle callsC
To another on yonder tombD
Above half seen in the lofty gloomD
Strange works of a long dead people loomD
Obscene and savage and half effacedB
An elephant hunt a musicians' feastB
And curious matings of man and beastB
What did they mean to the men who are long since dustB
Whose fingers tracedB
In this arid wasteB
These rioting twisted figures of love and lustB
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Strange weird things that no man may sayE
Things Humanity hides awayE
Secretly doneA
Catch the light of the living dayE
Smile in the sunA
Cruel things that man may not nameF
Naked here without fear or shameF
Laughed in the carven stoneG
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Deep in the Temple's innermost Shrine is setB
Where the bats and shadows dwellH
The worn and ancient Symbol of Life at restB
In its oval shellH
By which the men who of old the land possessedB
Represented their Great Destroying PowerI
I cannot forgetB
That just as my life was touching its fullest flowerI
Love came and destroyed it all in a single hourI
Therefore the dual Mystery suits me wellH
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Sitting aloneG
The tank's deep water is cool and sweetB
Soothing and fresh to the wayworn feetB
Dreaming under the Tamarind shadeB
One silently thanks the men who madeB
So green a place in this bitter landB
Of sunburnt sandB
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The peacocks scream and the grey Doves cooJ
Little green talkative Parrots wooJ
And small grey Squirrels with fear askanceK
At alien me in their furtive glanceK
Come shyly with quivering fur to seeL
The stranger under their Tamarind treeL
Daylight diesM
The Camp fires redden like angry eyesM
The Tents show whiteB
In the glimmering lightB
Spirals of tremulous smoke arise to the purple skiesM
And the hum of the Camp sounds like the seaL
Drifting over the sand to meL
Afar in the Desert some wild voice singsN
To a jangling zither with minor stringsN
And under the stars growing keen aboveO
I think of the thing that I loveO
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A beautiful thing alert sereneP
With passionate dreaming wistful eyesM
Dark and deep as mysterious skiesM
Seen from a vessel at seaL
Alas you drifted away from meL
And Time and Space have rushed in betweenP
But they cannot undo the Thing that has beenQ
Though it never again may beL
You were mine from dusk until dawning lightB
For the perfect whole of that bygone nightB
You belonged to meL
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They say that Love is a light thingR
A foolish thing and a slight thingR
A ripe fruit rotten at coreS
They speak in this futile fashionA
To me who am wracked with passionA
Tormented beyond compassionA
For ever and ever moreS
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They say that Possession lessens a lover's delightB
As radiant mornings fade into afternoonT
I held what I loved in my arms for many a nightB
Yet ever the morning lightened the sky too soonT
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Beyond our tents the sands stretch level and farU
Around this little oasis of Tamarind treesV
A curious Eastern fragrance fills the breezeV
From the ruinous Temple garden where roses areU
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I dream of the rose like perfume that fills your hairW
Of times when my lips were free of your soft closed eyesM
While down in the tank the waters ripple and riseM
And the flying foxes silently cleave the airW
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The present is subtly welded into the pastB
My love of you with the purple Indian duskX
With its clinging scent of sandal incense and muskX
And withering jasmin flowersY
My eyes grow dim and my senses fail at lastB
While the lonely hoursY
Follow each other silently one by oneA
Till the night is almost doneA
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Then weary and drunk with dreams with my garments dampZ
And heavy with dew I wander towards the campZ
Tired with a brain in which fancy and fact are blentB
I stumble across the ropes till I reach my tentB
And then to rest To ensweeten my sleep with liesM
To dream I lie in the light of your long lost eyesM
My lips set freeL
To love and linger over your soft loose hairW
To dream I lay your delicate beauty bareW
To solace my fevered eyesM
Ah if my life might end in a night like thisA2
Drift into death from dreams of your granted kissA2

Laurence Hope (adela Florence Cory Nicolson)



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