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There is no thing in all the world but love	A
No jubilant thing of sun or shade worth one sad tear	B
Why dost thou ask my lips to fashion songs	C
Other than this my song of love to thee	D
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See where I lie and pluck the thorns of grief	E
Dust on my head and fire as one who mourns his slain	F
Are they not slain my treasures of dear peace	G
This their red burial is sand heaped on sand	H
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Here came I in the morning of my joys	I
Before the dawn was born through the dark downs I rode	J
The low stars led me on as with a voice	K
Stars of the scorpion's tail in the deep South	L
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Sighing I came and scattering wide the sand	H
No need had I to urge her speed with hand or heel	M
The creature I bestrode She knew my haste	N
And knew the road I sought the road to thee	D
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Jangling her bells aloud in wantonness	K
And sighing soft she too her sighs to my soul's sighs	K
Behind us the wind followed thick with scents	K
Of incense blossoms and the dews of night	O
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The thorn trees caught at us with their crook'd hands	K
The hills in blackness hemmed us in and hid the road	J
The spectres of the desert howled and warned	P
I heeded nothing of their words of woe	Q
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Thus till the dawn I sped in my desire	R
Breasting the ridges slope on slope till morning broke	S
And lo the sun revealed to me no sign	T
And lo the day was widowed of my hope	U
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Where are the tents of pleasure and dear love	A
Set in the Vale of Thyme where winds in Spring are fain	F
The highways of the valley where they stood	V
Strong in their flocks are there But where are they	W
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The plain was dumb as emptied of all voice	K
No bleat of herds no camels roaring far below	Q
Told of their presence in the pastures void	X
Of the waste places which had been their homes	K
	-
I climbed down from my watch tower of the rocks	K
To where the tamarisks grow and the dwarf palms alarmed	Y
I called them with my voice as the deer calls	K
Whose young the wolves have hunted from their place	K
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I sought them in the foldings of the hill	Z
In the deep hollows shut with rocks where no winds blow	Q
I sought their footstep under the tall cliffs	K
Shut from the storms where the first lambs are born	A2
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The tamarisk boughs had blossomed in the night	O
And the white broom which bees had found the wild bees' brood	B2
But no dear signal told me of their life	C2
No spray was torn in all that world of flowers	K
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Where are the tents of pleasure and dear love	A
For which my soul took ease for its delight in Spring	D2
The black tents of her people beautiful	E2
Beyond the beauty of the sons of kings	K
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The wind of war has swept them from their place	K
Scattering them wide as quails whom the hawk's hate pursues	K
The terror of the sword importunate	B2
Was at their backs nor spared them as they flew	F2
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The summer wind has passed upon their fields	K
The rain has purged their hearth stones and made smooth their floors	K
Low in the valley lie their broken spears	K
And the white bones which are their tale forlorn	A2
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Where are the sons of Saba in the South	L
The men of mirth and pride to whom my songs were sung	G2
The kinsmen of her soul who is my soul	H2
The brethren of her beauty whom I love	A
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She mounted her tall camel in the waste	B2
Loading it high for flight with her most precious things	K
She went forth weeping in the wilderness	K
Alone with fear on that far night of ill	Z
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She fled mistrusting as the wild roe flees	K
Turning her eyes behind her while fear fled before	I2
No other refuge knew she than her speed	B2
And the black land that lies where night is born	A2
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Under what canopy of sulphurous heaven	J2
Dark with the thunderclouds unloosing their mad tongues	K
Didst thou lie down aweary of thy burden	J2
In that dread place of silence thou hadst won	J2
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Close to what shelter of what naked rocks	K
Carved with what names of terror of what kings of old	B2
Near to what monstrous shapes unmerciful	Z
Watching thy death didst thou give up thy soul	Z
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Or dost thou live by some forgotten well	Z
Waiting thy day of ransom to return and smile	Z
As the birds come when Spring is in the heaven	J2
And dost thou watch me near while I am blind	B2
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Blind in my tears because I only weep	K2
Kindling my soul to fire because I mourn my slain	F
My kindred slain and thee and my dear peace	K
Making their burial thus sand heaped on sand	B2
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For see there nothing is in all the world	B2
But only love worth any strife or song or tear	B
Ask me not then to sing or fashion songs	K
Other than this my song of love to thee	D

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

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