Ventures Into Verse / Being various ballads, ballades, rondeaux, triolets, songs, quatrains, odes and roundels, all rescued from the potters' field of old files and here given decent burial

by H. L. Mencken

A minor echo in the night-wind's wail,

And faint and low, the swirling boughs between,

The last, sad carol of the nightingale.

ARABESQUE

(An English Version of an old Turkish Lyric.)

The tinkling sound of the camel's bell

Comes softly across the sand,

And the nightingale by the garden well

Still warbles his saraband,