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Alone  upon  the  housetops  to the North.
I  turn  and  watch  the   lightnings   in  the   sky-
The glamour  of  thy  footsteps  in the North.
Come  back to  me ,Beloved,or I'll die!

Below  my   feet   the  still  bazar  is   laid-
Far,far   below  the  weary  camels  lie-
The  camels and  the captive of  the  raid.
Come  back to  me ,Beloved,or I'll die!

My father's   wife  is old   and harsh   with   years,
And   drudge  of all my   father's    house  am  I-
My bread   is  sorrow   and my   drink   is  tears
Come  back to  me ,Beloved,or I'll die!

 Rudyard  Kipling