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Oriental Serenades
I
THE flush has faded from the mountain brow; Hearken, Zuleika, to my true-love vow!
The evening's violet vesture folds the vale; Hearken, Zuleika, to my true-love tale!
There burns the lover's passionate star above; Hearken, Zuleika, hearken unto love!
II
Rose of the fair rose-garden, O my Rose, Answer, I pray thee, for my heart's repose! Dies on the air the last muezzin call, And khan-ward now the weary pilgrim goes.
The fountain murmurs; soft the south wind blows; It is Love's hour, as every lover knows; I cry to thee; cry thou antiphonal, Rose of the fair rose-garden, O my Rose!