BEDOUIN SONG

In The Fire, 2012, Oil on Canvas, Jennifer Morrison Godshalk

FROM the Desert I come to thee
  On a stallion shod with fire;
And the winds are left behind
  In the speed of my desire.
Under thy window I stand,
  And the midnight hears my cry:
I love thee, I love but thee,
  With a love that shall not die
     Till the sun grows cold,
     And the stars are old,
     And the leaves of the Judgment Book Unfold!

Allure of Worlds, 2011, Photography, Goldpaint Photography

Look from thy window and see
  My passion and my pain;
I lie on the sands below,
  And I faint in thy disdain.
Let the night-winds touch thy brow
  With the heat of my burning sigh,
And melt thee to hear the vow
  Of a love that shall not die

     Till the sun grows cold,
     And the stars are old,
     And the leaves of the Judgment Book Unfold!

My steps are nightly driven,
  By the fever in my breast,
To hear from thy lattice breathed
  The word that shall give me rest.
Open the door of thy heart,
  And open thy chamber door,
And my kisses shall teach thy lips
  The love that shall fade no more

     Till the sun grows cold,
     And the stars are old,
     And the leaves of the Judgment Book Unfold!

The Kiss, c. 1882, Marble, Auguste Rodin, Musee Rodin, Paris, France

by: Bayard Taylor (1825-1878)