The Tom-toms
Dost thou hear the tom-toms throbbing,Like a lonely lover sobbingFor the beauty that is robbing him of all his life’s delight?Plaintive sounds, restrained, enthralling,Seeking through the twilight fallingSomething lost beyond recalling, in the darkness of the night.Oh, my little, loved Firoza,Come and nestle to me closer,Where the golden-balled Mimosa makes a canopy above,For the day, so hot and burning,Dies away, and night, returning,Sets thy lover’s spirit yearning for thy beauty and thy love.Soon will come the rosy warningOf the bright relentless morning,When, thy soft caresses scorning, I shall leave thee in the shade.All the day my work must chain me,And its weary bonds restrain me,For I may not re-attain thee till the light begins to fade.But at length the long day endeth,As the cool of night descendethHis last strength thy lover spendeth in returning to thy breast,Where beneath the Babul nightly,While the planets shimmer whitely,And the fire-flies glimmer brightly, thou shalt give him love and rest.Far away, across the distance,The quick-throbbing drums’ persistenceShall resound, with soft insistence, in the pauses of delight,Through the sequence of the hours,While the starlight and the flowersConsecrate this love of ours, in the Temple of the Night.
Dost thou hear the tom-toms throbbing,Like a lonely lover sobbingFor the beauty that is robbing him of all his life’s delight?Plaintive sounds, restrained, enthralling,Seeking through the twilight fallingSomething lost beyond recalling, in the darkness of the night.Oh, my little, loved Firoza,Come and nestle to me closer,Where the golden-balled Mimosa makes a canopy above,For the day, so hot and burning,Dies away, and night, returning,Sets thy lover’s spirit yearning for thy beauty and thy love.Soon will come the rosy warningOf the bright relentless morning,When, thy soft caresses scorning, I shall leave thee in the shade.All the day my work must chain me,And its weary bonds restrain me,For I may not re-attain thee till the light begins to fade.But at length the long day endeth,As the cool of night descendethHis last strength thy lover spendeth in returning to thy breast,Where beneath the Babul nightly,While the planets shimmer whitely,And the fire-flies glimmer brightly, thou shalt give him love and rest.Far away, across the distance,The quick-throbbing drums’ persistenceShall resound, with soft insistence, in the pauses of delight,Through the sequence of the hours,While the starlight and the flowersConsecrate this love of ours, in the Temple of the Night.
Dost thou hear the tom-toms throbbing,Like a lonely lover sobbingFor the beauty that is robbing him of all his life’s delight?Plaintive sounds, restrained, enthralling,Seeking through the twilight fallingSomething lost beyond recalling, in the darkness of the night.
Dost thou hear the tom-toms throbbing,
Like a lonely lover sobbing
For the beauty that is robbing him of all his life’s delight?
Plaintive sounds, restrained, enthralling,
Seeking through the twilight falling
Something lost beyond recalling, in the darkness of the night.
Oh, my little, loved Firoza,Come and nestle to me closer,Where the golden-balled Mimosa makes a canopy above,For the day, so hot and burning,Dies away, and night, returning,Sets thy lover’s spirit yearning for thy beauty and thy love.
Oh, my little, loved Firoza,
Come and nestle to me closer,
Where the golden-balled Mimosa makes a canopy above,
For the day, so hot and burning,
Dies away, and night, returning,
Sets thy lover’s spirit yearning for thy beauty and thy love.
Soon will come the rosy warningOf the bright relentless morning,When, thy soft caresses scorning, I shall leave thee in the shade.All the day my work must chain me,And its weary bonds restrain me,For I may not re-attain thee till the light begins to fade.
Soon will come the rosy warning
Of the bright relentless morning,
When, thy soft caresses scorning, I shall leave thee in the shade.
All the day my work must chain me,
And its weary bonds restrain me,
For I may not re-attain thee till the light begins to fade.
But at length the long day endeth,As the cool of night descendethHis last strength thy lover spendeth in returning to thy breast,Where beneath the Babul nightly,While the planets shimmer whitely,And the fire-flies glimmer brightly, thou shalt give him love and rest.
But at length the long day endeth,
As the cool of night descendeth
His last strength thy lover spendeth in returning to thy breast,
Where beneath the Babul nightly,
While the planets shimmer whitely,
And the fire-flies glimmer brightly, thou shalt give him love and rest.
Far away, across the distance,The quick-throbbing drums’ persistenceShall resound, with soft insistence, in the pauses of delight,Through the sequence of the hours,While the starlight and the flowersConsecrate this love of ours, in the Temple of the Night.
Far away, across the distance,
The quick-throbbing drums’ persistence
Shall resound, with soft insistence, in the pauses of delight,
Through the sequence of the hours,
While the starlight and the flowers
Consecrate this love of ours, in the Temple of the Night.