A Harem Slave Girl Poem
LEILA,”
said the sultan’s daughter, With a look of girlish bliss
I have
saved from wanton slaughter Many a fluttering fool like this
Far I
chased the winged rover
O’er the
mead, and through the grove, Now its wandering life is over
Scarcely
dare the rebel move
Take, then
take the gilded beauty, Hold it in thy faithful hand
Teach it
all a captive’s duty
How to
yield, when I command
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