Quatrains

  The Bedouins Of The Skies

YON clouds that roam the deserts of the air,
  On wind-swift barbs, o’er many an azure plain,
Scarce pause to lift to Allah one small prayer,
  Ere Ishmael’s spirit drives them forth again.

  The Two Spirits

I DREAMED two spirits came—one dusk as night:  
  “Mortals miscall me Life,” he sadly saith;
The other, with a smile like morning light,
  Flashed his strong wings and spake,
  “Men name me Death.”