Here, at the doorway of my tent, I linger 
To watch in yours the shadow and the light,
The hungry soul within me burning, burning,
As the stars burn throughout the Eastern night.

Sleep on, I sit and watch your tent in silence, 
White as a sail upon this sandy sea, 
And know the Desert's self is not more boundless
Than is the distance 'twixt yourself and me.

Sleep on, the Desert sleeps around you, quiet, 
Watched by the restless, golden stars above, 
Ay, let us sleep; you to your careless waking, 
I, with my dreams of unrequited love.