But no adventure's ever tame
With you to make surprises hum!




Chapter Five
"Effendi, that is the heart of Armenia burning."


THE PATTERAN

(I)

Aye-yee--I see--a cloud afloat in air af amethyst
I know its racing shadow falls on banks of gold
Where rain-rejoicing gravel warms the feeding roots
And smells more wonderful than wine.
I know the shoots of myrtle and of asphodel now stir the mould
Where wee cool noses sniff the early mist.
Aye-yee--the sparkle of the little springs I see
That tinkle as they hunt the thirsty rill.
I know the cobwebs glitter with the jeweled dew.
I see a fleck of brown--it was a skylark flew
To scatter bursting music, and the world is still
To listen. Ah, my heart is bursting too--Aye-yee!

Chorus:
(It begins with a swinging crash, and fades away.)