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(In Memory of Abdullah, drowned at sixteen, on the road to Rabat, Morocco)

day-break, when the tide was low He came to bathe his slender feet, And laughing, sported to and fro, Across my waters cool and sweet.

Obedient to his Faith's decree His sable hair was shorn away, One curl was left, that floating free, I longed to deck with silver spray.

His eyes were wide and full of light, Young eyes, where dreams and fancies glow. There was no star in Heaven so bright, And I reflect the stars, and know.

He gave himself to my embrace, Ah, Youth, confiding and unwise! My kisses clustered on his face How should I render up my prize?

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