Along a narrow Moorish street
A blue-eyed soldier strode.
Veiled from her lashes to her feet
She stepped from her abode,
Now love may guard a favoured wife
Who leaves the harem door;
But hungry hearted is her life
When she is one of four.
If black eyes glow with sudden fire
And meet warm eyes of blue--
The old, old story of desire
Repeats itself anew.
When bugles blow the soldier flies--
Though bitter tears may fall
A Moorish child with blue, blue eyes
Plays in the harem hall.
Picked Poems. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Chicago: W. B. Conkey Company, 1912.
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