1. Is there no refuge from separation's sting
In the cool shade of the sand dunes we loved,

2. Where sweet discourse once made the nights take wing,
Though far away those cherished voices moved?

3. My tongue alone speaks out; no message bear
These endless tears save what their droplets proved.

4. The turtledove stirs not the longing there
Nor eagle hovering where our tents removed.

5. Kin, comrades, tribe, and neighbor-all are gone,
Peace, influence, youth's glory once I owned;

6. Yet I was exponentially blest by one
Whose wont it was to grace me, till he roamed.