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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532664" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Darling Daughter of Babylon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too soon you wearied of our tears.<br>And then you danced with spangled feet,<br>Leading Belshazzar's chattering court<br>A-tinkling through the shadowy street.<br>With mead they came, with chants of shame.<br>DESIRE'S red flag before them flew.<br>And Istar's music moved your mouth<br>And Baal's deep shames rewoke in you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now you could drive the royal car;<br>Forget our Nation's breaking load:<br>Now you could sleep on silver beds.—<br>(Bitter and dark was our abode.)<br>And so, for many a night you laughed,<br>And knew not of my hopeless prayer,<br>Till God's own spirit whipped you forth<br>From Istar's shrine, from Istar's stair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Darling daughter of Babylon—<br>Rose by the black Euphrates flood—<br>Again your beauty grew more dear<br>Than my slave's bread, than my heart's blood.<br>We sang of Zion, good to know,<br>Where righteousness and peace abide. . . .<br>What of your second sacrilege<br>Carousing at Belshazzar's side?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once, by a stream, we clasped tired hands—<br>Your paint and henna washed away.<br>Your place, you said, was with the slaves<br>Who sewed the thick cloth, night and day.<br>You were a pale and holy maid<br>Toil-bound with us. One night you said:—<br>&quot;Your God shall be my God until<br>I slumber with the patriarch dead.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pardon, daughter of Babylon,<br>If, on this night remembering<br>Our lover walks under the walls<br>Of hanging gardens in the spring,<br>A venom comes from broken hope,<br>From memories of your comrade-song<br>Until I curse your painted eyes<br>And do your flower-mouth too much wrong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Vachel+Lindsay">Vachel Lindsay</a><div class=q>
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And then you danced with spangled feet,
Leading Belshazzar's chattering court
A-tinkling through the shadowy street.
With mead they came, with chants of shame.
DESIRE'S red flag before them flew.
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