James
Elroy
Flecker .
ONE
OF
THE
WOMEN
O
turn
your
eyes
to
where
your
children
stand .
Is not
Bagdad
the beautiful ?
O
stay !
THE
MERCHANTS
( in
chorus)
We take
the
Golden
Road
to
Samarkand .
AN OLD MAN
Have
you not girls and
garlands
in
your
homes ,
Eunuchs
and
Syrian
boys
at
your
command
?
Seek
not
excess : God
hateth
him
who roams !
THE MERCHANTS
(in
chorus)
We make
the
golden
journey
to
Samarkand.
A
PILGRIM
WITH
A BEAUTIFUL
VOICE
Sweet
to
ride
forth
at
evening
from
the wells
When
shadows
pass
gigantic
on
the
sand,
And
softly
through
the silence
beat
the bells
Along
the
golden
road
to
Samarkand.
A MERCHANT
We travel
not for
trafficking
alone :
By
hotter
winds
our
fiery
hearts
are
fanned :
For
lust
of knowing what
should not
be
known
We make
the golden
journey
to
Samarkand .
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