Paul Laurence Dunbar - To Her lyrics

Your presence like a benison to me  Wakes my sick soul to dreamful ecstasy, I fancy that some old Arabian night Saw you my houri and my heart's delight. And wandering forth beneath the pa**ionate moon,  Your love-strung zither and my soul in tune, We knew the joy, the haunting of the pain  That like a flame thrills through me now again. To-night we sit where sweet the spice winds blow,  A wind the northland lacks and ne'er shall know, With clasped hands and spirits all aglow  As in Arabia in the long ago.