Francis Thompson

Here you will find the Poem An Arab Love-Song of poet Francis Thompson

An Arab Love-Song

The hunchèd camels of the night
Trouble the bright 
And silver waters of the moon. 
The Maiden of the Morn will soon 
Through Heaven stray and sing, 
Star gathering. 

Now while the dark about our loves is strewn, 
Light of my dark, blood of my heart, O come! 
And night will catch her breath up, and be dumb. 

Leave thy father, leave thy mother 
And thy brother; 
Leave the black tents of thy tribe apart! 
Am I not thy father and thy brother, 
And thy mother? 
And thou--what needest with thy tribe's black tents 
Who hast the red pavilion of my heart?