A Serenade


The moon hath said her sad good-bye, 
    My sleeping queen; 
And all the stars are wondering why
    Thou art unseen. 
Behold! abashed, they take to flight, 
As through the casement breaks thy light. 
                Arise, my dawn, arise! 
                Arise, my queen serene! 


The field of heaven is all thine own, 
    my peerless star, 
Just as my heart is thine alone, 
     Be near or far. 
So let thy face adorn the night. 
And flood it with thy dazzling light. 
                 Arise, my queen, arise! 
                 Arise, to my guitar! 


The vaults above all vacant seem, 
     My sweetest flower; 
And for thy scent, the cherubim
     Long at this hour. 
A moment from thy sweet dream part.
Though in that dream be wove my heart. 
                Arise, my queen, arise! 
                Let fall thy perfume shower. 

From Myrtle and Myrrh (The Gorham Press, 1905) by Ameen Rihani. This poem is in the public domain.