An Arab Love Song

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Title:     An Arab Love Song
Author: Gilbert Parker [More Titles by Parker]

The bed of my love I will sprinkle with attar of roses,
The face of my love I will touch with the balm,
With the balm of the tree from the farthermost wood,
From the wood without end, in the world without end.
My love holds the cup to my lips, and I drink of the cup,
And the attar of roses I sprinkle will soothe like the evening dew,
And the balm will be healing and sleep, and the cup I will drink,
I will drink of the cup my love holds to my lips.

[The end]
Gilbert Parker's poem: Arab Love Song

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