Almona ; Song of Hassan
H. Burleigh
Almona, Almona, awake!
The magic of the starlight is broken;
The desert is flooded with gold,
The gates of the East are now open.
Come, Queen of the desert, why sleep?
Thy beauty the day must adorn.
Why slumberest thou, and so deep?
Almona, Almona, 'tis morn!