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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=456051" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Beautiful Beeshareen Boy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beautiful, black-eyed boy, <br>O lithe-limbed Beeshareen! <br>Face that finds no maid coy, <br>Page for some peerless queen: <br>Some Orient queen of old, <br>Sumptuous in woven gold, <br>Close-clinging fold on fold, <br>Lightning, with gems between. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bred in the desert, where <br>Only to breathe and be <br>Alive in living air <br>Is finest ecstasy; <br>Where just to ride or rove, <br>With sun or stars above, <br>Intoxicates like love, <br>When love shall come to thee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy lovely limbs are bare; <br>Only a rag, in haste, <br>Draped with a princely air, <br>Girdles they slender waist. <br>And gaudy beads and charms, <br>Dangling from neck and arms, <br>Ward off dread spells and harms <br>Of Efreets of the waste. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Caressed of wind and sun, <br>Across the white-walled town <br>Fawnlike we saw thee run, <br>Light Love in Mocha brown! <br>Wild Cupid, without wings, <br>Twanging thy viol strings; <br>With crocodiles and rings <br>Bartered for half a crown. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spoilt darling of our bark, <br>Smiling with teeth as white <br>As when across the dark <br>There breaks a flash of light. <br>And what a careless grace <br>Showed in thy gait and pace; <br>Eyes starlike in a face <br>Sweet as a Nubian night! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Better than Felt or Fez, <br>High on thy forehead set, <br>Countless in lock and tress, <br>Waved a wild mane of jet. <br>Kings well might envy thee <br>What courts but rarely see, <br>Curls of rich ebony <br>Coiled in a coronet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo--in dim days long since-- <br>The strolling Almehs tell, <br>Thou shouldst have been a prince, <br>Boy of the ebon fell! <br>If truth the poet sings, <br>Thy tribe, oh Beduin, springs <br>From those lost tribes of Kings, <br>Once Kings in Israel. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah me! the camp-fires gleam <br>Out yonder, where the sands <br>Fade like a lotos dream <br>In hollow twilight lands. <br>Our sail swells to the blast, <br>Our boat speeds far and fast, <br>Farewell! And to the last <br>Smile, waving friendly hands. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From England's storm-girt isle, <br>O'er seas where seagulls wail, <br>Rocked on the rippling Nile, <br>We drift with drooping sail. <br>On waters hushed at night, <br>Where stars of Egypt write <br>In hieroglyphs of light <br>Their undeciphered tale. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forlorn sits Assouan; <br>Where is her boy, her pride?-- <br>Now in the lamplit Khan, <br>Now by the riverside, <br>Or where the Soudanese, <br>Under mimosa trees, <br>Chaunt mournful melodies, <br>We've sought him far and wide. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, desert-nurtured Child, <br>How dared they carry thee, <br>Far from thy native Wild, <br>Across the Western Sea? <br>Packed off, poor boy, at last, <br>With many a plaster cast <br>Of plinth and pillar vast, <br>And waxen mummies piled! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! just like other ware, <br>For a lump sum or so <br>Shipped to the World's great Fair-- <br>To big Chicago Show! <br>With mythic beasts and things, <br>Beetles and bulls with wings, <br>And imitation Sphinx, <br>Ranged row on curious row! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beautiful, black-eyed boy; <br>Ah me! how strange it is <br>That thou, the desert's joy, <br>Whom heavenly winds would kiss, <br>With Ching and Chang-hwa ware, <br>Blue pots and bronzes rare, <br>Shouldst now be over there <br>Shown at Porkopolis. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gone like a lovely dream, <br>Child of the starry smile; <br>Gone from the glowing stream <br>Glassing its greenest isle! <br>We've sought, but sought in vain; <br>Thou wilt not come again, <br>Never for bliss or pain, <br>Home to thy orphaned Nile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mathilde+Blind">Mathilde Blind</a><div class=q>
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O lithe-limbed Beeshareen! 
Face that finds no maid coy, 
Page for some peerless queen: 
Some Orient queen of old, 
Sumptuous in woven gold, 
Close-clinging fold on fold, 
Lightning, with gems between. 

Bred in the des..."></div>
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