PALE hands I loved beside the Shalimar; Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell? Whom do you lead on Rapture's roadway, far, Before you agonise them in farewell? Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar, Where, are you now? Where are you now?
Pale hands, pink tipped, like Lotus buds that float On those cool waters where we used to dwell, I would have rather felt you round my throat Crushing out life, than waving me farewell! Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar, Where are you now? Where are you now?
LAURENCE HOPE.
*Gardens