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William Makepeace Thackeray (Уильям Мейкпис Теккерей)


The Rocks


I was a timid little antelope;
My home was in the rocks, the lonely rocks.

I saw the hunters scouring on the plain;
I lived among the rocks, the lonely rocks.

I was a-thirsty in the summer-heat;
I ventured to the tents beneath the rocks.

Zuleikah brought me water from the well;
Since then I have been faithless to the rocks.

I saw her face reflected in the well;
Her camels since have marched into the rocks.

I look to see her image in the well;
I only see my eyes, my own sad eyes.
My mother is alone among the rocks. 



William Makepeace Thackeray's other poems:
  1. The Minaret Bells
  2. A Tragic Story
  3. Larry O’Toole
  4. My Nora
  5. The White Squall


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