They shall know well the heavenly fellowship
Of men that perish and of summer morn—
And whence they came and whither they shall go,
The dew upon their feet shall manifest.
Ajan Syrian
THE SYRIAN LOVER IN EXILE REMEMBERS THEE, LIGHT OF MY LAND
Rose and amber was the sunset on the river,
Red-rose the hills about Bingariz.
High upon their brows, the black tree-branches
Spread wide across the turquoise sky.