Rudyard Kipling
The Love Song of Har Dyal
Alone upon the housetops to the North
I turn and watch the lightning in the sky
The glamour of thy footsteps in the North
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die!
Below my feet the still bazar is laid
Far, far below the weary camels lie
The camels and the captives of thy raid
Come back, Beloved, or I die!
My father's wife is old and harsh with years
And drudge of all my father's house am I
My bread is sorrow and my drink is tears
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die!