The Regret of the Ranee in the Hall of Peacocks

   The tropic day's redundant charms
     Cool twilight soothes away,
   The sun slips down behind the palms
     And leaves the landscape grey.
           I want to take you in my arms
           And kiss your lips away!

   I wake with sunshine in my eyes
     And find the morning blue,
   A night of dreams behind me lies
     And all were dreams of you!
           Ah, how I wish the while I rise,
           That what I dream were true.

   The weary day's laborious pace,
     I hasten and beguile
   By fancies, which I backwards trace
     To things I loved erstwhile;
           The weary sweetness of your face,
           Your faint, illusive smile.

   The silken softness of your hair
     Where faint bronze shadows are,
   Your strangely slight and youthful air,
     No passions seem to mar,—
           Oh, why, since Fate has made you fair,
           Must Fortune keep you far?

   Thus spent, the day so long and bright
     Less hot and brilliant seems,
   Till in a final flare of light
     The sun withdraws his beams.
           Then, in the coolness of the night,
           I meet you in my dreams!

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