The Lover To His Lass: I Have Fallen Before Your Door. I Came To Ask For Alms And Have Lost My All, I Had A Copper-Shod Quarter-Staff But The Dogs Attacked Me, And Not A Strand Of Her Hair Came The Way Of My Lips. The Lover To His Lass: I Have Fallen Before Your Door. The Lamp Burns And I Must Play The Green Moth. I Have Stolen Her Scented Rope Of Flowers, But The Women Caught Me And Built A Little Gaol About My Heart With Your Old Playthings. The Lover To His Lass: I Have Fallen Before Your Door. Mira Is A Mountain Goat That Climbs To Die Upon The Top Peak In The Rocks Of Grief; It Is The Hour; Make Haste. The Lover To His Lass: I Have Fallen Before Your Door. From The Pus'Hto (Afghans, Nineteenth Century).