Under Egypt's tropic moon, Where the Nile lies gleaming,
All alone one night in June, As I wandered dreaming,
O'er the sand,... Grim and grand, Came a band,...stealing;
From the ghostly caravan, Came a phantom dancing,
Thro' each movement, passion ran; In her dark eyes glancing,
So it seemed,...Love-light beamed, But I dreamed...Only dreamed......
Just a vision of Salome, Under Egypt's starry dome,
She seem'd to croon An eastern tune,
Beneath the bright Egyptian moon; In the magic of her smile,
Lay the myst'ry of the Nile; And while she danced,
I gazed entranced, By my vision of Salome.
Through the silence of the night, Phantom camels springing,
Folding up their tents of white, O'er the desert swinging;
So they passed,...Fading fast,... Till at last,...turning....
I beheld the fair Salome, Heard her voice appealing,
"I am doomed by Fate to roam, Thro' the shadows stealing,"
Off she danced, As I glanced, Came the dawn, She was gone......