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Gone are they the lost camps light flittings long sojournings	A
in Min in Gh ula Rij m left how desolate	B
Lost are they Rayy n lies lorn with its white torrent beds	A
scored in lines like writings left by the flood water	C
Tent floors smooth forsaken bare of all that dwelt in them	D
years how long the war months months too of peace pleasures	A
Spots made sweet with Spring rains fresh spilled from the Zodiac	E
showers from clouds down shaken wind wracks and thunder clouds	A
Clouds how wild of night time clouds of the dawn darkening	F
clouds of the red sunset all speak the name of her	C
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Here in green thorn thickets does bring forth how fearlessly	G
here the ostrich troops come here too the antelopes	A
Wild cows with their wild calf sucklings standing over them	D
while their weanlings wander wide in the bare valleys	A
Clean swept lie their hearth stones white as a new manuscript	H
writ with texts fresh graven penned by the cataracts	A
Scored with lines and circles limned with rings and blazonings	A
as one paints a maid's cheek point lined in indigo	I
All amazed I stood there How should I make questionings	A
Dumb the rocks around me silent the precipice	A
Voices lost where these dwelt who at dawn abandoning	F
tent and thorn bush fencing fled to the wilderness	A
Now thy sad heart acheth grieveth loud remembering	F
girls how closely howdahed awned with what canopies	A
Every howdah curtained lined with gauze embroideries	A
figured with festoons hung red from the pole of it	J
Trooped they there the maid folk wild white cows of T diha	K
ay or does of W jra long necked their fawns with them	D
Fled as the mir ge flees fills the vale of B shata	J
fills the tree cladw dies thel and rock mazes	A
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What of her Now ra thy lost love who fled from thee	L
every heart link sundered close loop and free fetter	C
Hers the M rra camp fires lit how far in F da	J
in Hej z what marches How shalt thou win to her	C
Eastward move they marching to Muh jjer wandering	F
camped in T i in F rda ay in Rukh m of it	J
Southward on to Y men to Sow yk their sojournings	A
to Wah f el K hri ay and Tilkh m of it	J
Man have done forget her one too far to comfort thee	L
Who would his love garner first let him sunder it	J
Shed the love that fails thee Strong be thou and break with her	C
Keep thy gifts for friendship freed from thy wilderment	J
Mount thee on thy n ga Travel trained and hard she is	A
low her back withleanness lessened the hump of her	C
Shrunk her sides and wasted jaded with long journeyings	A
spare as her hide shoe straps frayed by her road faring	M
Light she to her halter to thy hand that guideth her	C
as a red cloud southwards loosed from its rain burden	N
Nay a fair wild ass she at her side the white flanked one	N
he the scarred ass stallion bitten and struck for her	C
Climbed they two the hill top he the bite scarred ass tyrant	J
her new mood resenting being in foal to him	O
On the crags high posted watcheth he from Th labut	J
all the plain to guard her ambushes laid for her	C
Six months of Jum da wandered have they waterless	A
browsing the moist herbage he her high sentinel	G
Till returned their thirsting need of the far water clefts	A
all their will to win there speeding them waterwards	A
What though with heels wounded still the hot wind driveth them	D
as a furnace burning fire scorched the breath of it	J
In their trail a dust cloud like a smoke it wavereth	L
like a fire new lighted kindling the flame of it	J
Flame fanned by the North wind green wood mixed with dry fuel	G
smoke aloft high curling So is the dust of them	D
He when her pace slackened pushed her still in front of him	O
Nay she might not falter tyrant he urged her on	P
Till they reached the streamlet plunged and slaked their thirst in it	J
A spring welling over crest high the reeds of it	J
All its banks a cane brake thick with stems o'ershadowing	M
bent are some some standing night deep the shade of them	D
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Say is this her likeness Or a wild cow wolf raided	J
of her sweet calf loitering she in the van of them	D
She the short nosed missed it Lows she now unendingly	G
roams the rocks the sand drifts mourning and bellowing	M
Lows in rage beholding that white shape the limbs of it	J
dragged by the grey wolf cubs who shall their hunger stay	J
Theirs the chance to seize it hers the short forgetfulness	A
Death is no mean archer Mark how his arrows hit	J
Stopped she then at night fall while the rain in long furrows	A
scored the bush grown hill slopes ceaseless the drip of it	J
Dripped on her dark back line poured abroad abundantly	G
not a star the heaven showed cloud hung the pall of it	J
One tree all her shelter standing broad branched separate	J
at the sand hills' edge line steep set the sides of them	D
She the white cow shone there through the dark night luminous	A
like a pearl of deep seas freed from the string of it	J
Thus till morn till day dawn folded back night's canopy	G
then she fled bewildered sliding the feet of her	C
Fled through the rain lakelets to the pool Suw yada	J
all a seven nights' fasting twinned with the days of them	D
Till despaired she wholly till her udder milk stricken	N
shrank so full to feed him suckling or weaning him	O
Voices now she hears near human tones they startle her	C
though to her eye naught is Man he the bane of her	C
Seeketh a safe issue the forenoon through listening	M
now in front behind now fearing her enemy	G
And they failed the archers Loosed they then to deal with her	C
fine trained hounds the lop eared slender the sides of them	D
These outran her lightly Turned she swift her horns on them	D
like twin spears of S mhar sharp set the points of them	D
Well she knew her danger knew if her fence failed with them	D
hers must be thered death Hence her wrath's strategy	G
And she slew Kas bi foremost hound of all of them	D
stretched the brach inblood there ay and Sukh m of them	D
Thus is she my n ga When at noon the plains quiver	C
and the hills dance sun steeped cloaked in the heat tremors	A
Ride I and my deeds do nor forbear from wantoning	M
lest the fools should shame me blame me the fault finders	A
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Do not thou misprize me thou Now ra One am I	Q
binder of all love knots ay and love's sunderer	C
One who when love fails him wails not long but flies from it	J
one whom one alone holds hard death the hinderer	C
What dost thou of mirth know glorious nights ah how many	G
cold nor heat might mar them spent in good company	G
Came I thus discoursing to his sign the wine seller's	A
drank at the flag hoisting drank till the wine grew dear	C
Bidding up each full skin black with age the brand of it	J
pouring forth the tarred jars breaking the seals of them	D
Pure deep draughts of morning while she played the sweet singer	C
fingering the lute strings showing her skill to me	G
Ere the cock had crowed once a first cup was quaffed by me	G
ere slow man had stretched him gone was the second cup	R
On what dawns sharp winded clothed have I the cold with it	J
dawns that held the North wind reined in the hands of them	D
Well have I my tribe served brought them aid and armament	J
slept my mare's reins round me night long their sentinel	G
Ridden forth at day dawn climbed the high heaped sand ridges	A
hard by the foe'smarches dun red the slopes of them	D
Watched till the red sun dipped hand like in obscurity	G
till the night lay curtained shrouding our weaknesses	A
And I came down riding my mare's neck held loftily	G
as a palm fruit laden woe to the gatherer	C
Swift was she an ostrich galloped she how wrathfully	G
from her sides the sweat streamed lightening the ribs of her	C
Strained on her her saddle dripped with wet the neck of her	C
the white foam flakes wreathing edging the girth of her	C
Thrusteth her neck forward shaketh her reins galloping	M

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

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