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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477703" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In The Tents Of Akbar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the tents of Akbar<br>Are dole and grief to-day,<br>For the flower of all the Indies<br>Has gone the silent way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the tents of Akbar<br>Are emptiness and gloom,<br>And where the dancers gather,<br>The silence of the tomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across the yellow desert,<br>Across the burning sands,<br>Old Akbar wanders madly,<br>And wrings his fevered hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever makes his moaning<br>To the unanswering sky,<br>For Sutna, lovely Sutna,<br>Who was so fair to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Sutna danced at morning,<br>And Sutna danced at eve;<br>Her dusky eyes half hidden<br>Behind her silken sleeve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her pearly teeth out-glancing<br>Between her coral lips,<br>The tremulous rhythm of passion<br>Marked by her quivering hips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As lovely as a jewel<br>Of fire and dewdrop blent,<br>So danced the maiden Sutna<br>In gallant Akbar's tent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And one who saw her dancing,<br>Saw her bosom's fall and rise<br>Put all his body's yearning<br>Into his lovelit eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Akbar came and drove him--<br>A jackal--from his door,<br>And bade him wander far and look<br>On Sutna's face no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some day the sea disgorges,<br>The wilderness gives back,<br>Those half-dead who have wandered,<br>Aimless, across its track.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he returned--the lover,<br>Haggard of brow and spent;<br>He found fair Sutna standing<br>Before her master's tent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Not mine, nor Akbar's, Sutna!'<br>He cried and closely pressed,<br>And drove his craven dagger<br>Straight to the maiden's breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, weep, oh, weep, for Sutna,<br>So young, so dear, so fair,<br>Her face is gray and silent<br>Beneath her dusky hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And wail, oh, wail, for Akbar,<br>Who walks the desert sands,<br>Crying aloud for Sutna,<br>Wringing his fevered hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the tents of Akbar<br>The tears of sorrow run,<br>But the corpse of Sutna's slayer,<br>Lies rotting in the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</a><div class=q>
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Are dole and grief to-day,
For the flower of all the Indies
Has gone the silent way.

In the tents of Akbar
Are emptiness and gloom,
And where the dancers gather,
The silence of the tomb.

Across the yellow desert,
Across the..."></div>
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