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. 

1. The King on the Tower
2. My Nora
3. Peg of Limavaddy
4. The Almack’s Adieu
5. The Last of May

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