A POEM - by ABRU

Thou tak'st no heed of me,I am as naught to thee;         Cruel Beloved, arise!Lovely and languid thou,Sleep still upon thy brow,         Dreams in thine eyes.From out thy garment flowsFragrance of many a rose -          Airs of delightCaught in the moonlit hoursLying among the flowers         Through the long night.Look on my face how pale!Will naught my love avail?         Naught my desire?Hold it as gold that isCleansed of impurities         Tried in the fire.Pity my heart distrest,Caught by that loveliest         Tress of thine hair,So that I fear the shadeEven by thine eyebrows made         O'er eyes so fair. by  Abru