Here you will find the Poem An Episode of poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Along a narrow Moorish street A blue-eyed soldier strode. (Ah, well-a-day.) Veiled from her lashes to her feet She stepped from her abode, (Ah, lack-a-day.) Now love may guard a favoured wife Who leaves the harem door; (Ah, well-a-day.) But hungry hearted is her life When she is one of four. (Ah, lack-a-day.) If black eyes glow with sudden fire And meet warm eyes of blue- (Ah, well-a-day.) The old, old story of desire Repeats itself anew. (Ah, lack-a-day.) When bugles blow the soldier flies- Though bitter tears may fall (Ah, lack-a-day.) A Moorish child with blue, blue eyes Plays in the harem hall. (Ah, well-a-day.)
