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Habbanan Beneath The Stars

	In Habbanan beneath the skies
	Where all roads end however long
	There is a sound of faint echoes
	And distant echoes of a song,
	For there men gather into rings
	Round their red fires while one voice sings -
	And all about is night
	Not night as ours, unhappy folk,
	Where nigh the
	Earth in hazy bars,
	A mist about the springing of the stars,
	There trails a thin and wandering smoke
	Obscuring with its veil half-seen
	The great abysmal still
	Serene. A globe of dark glass faceted with light
	Wherein the splendid winds have dusky flight;
	Untrodden spaces of an odorous plain
	That watches for the moon that long has lain
	And caught the meteors' fiery rain -
	Such there is night. …and caught the meteors' fiery rain
	If I am dead and gone, would you remain

	In Habbanan beneath the skies
	Where all roads end however long
	There is a sound of faint echoes
	And distant echoes of a song,
	For there men gather into rings
	Round their red fires while one voice sings
	And all about is night
	Not night as ours, unhappy folk,
	Where nigh the
	Earth in hazy bars,
	A mist about the springing of the stars,
	There trails a thin and wandering smoke
	Obscuring with its veil halfseen
	The great abysmal still
	Serene. A globe of dark glass faceted with light
	Wherein the splendid winds have dusky flight
	Untrodden spaces of an odorous plain
	That watches for the moon that long has lain
	And caught the meteors' fiery rain
	Such there is night. and caught the meteors' fiery rain
	If I am dead and gone, would you remain