William R. Alger

An Arab, by his earnest gaze,
Has clothed a lovely maid with blushes;
A smile within his read more

An Arab, by his earnest gaze,
Has clothed a lovely maid with blushes;
A smile within his eyelids plays
And into words his longing gushes.

The moon is a silver pin-head vast,
That holds the heaven's tent-hangings fast.

The moon is a silver pin-head vast,
That holds the heaven's tent-hangings fast.

As two floating planks meet and part on the sea,
O friend! so I met and then drifted from read more

As two floating planks meet and part on the sea,
O friend! so I met and then drifted from thee.

Words of love, are works of love.

Words of love, are works of love.

With strength and patience all his grievous loads are borne,
And from the world's rose-bed he only asks a read more

With strength and patience all his grievous loads are borne,
And from the world's rose-bed he only asks a thorn.