Home › Poetry › The Garden of Bright Waters › In a Yellow FrameThe Garden of Bright Watersby E. Powys Mathers35 of 112 · Contents · Download EPUBIn a Yellow Frame Her hand tinted to gold with henna Gave me a cup of wine like gold water, And I said: The moon rise, the sun rise. From the Arabic of Hefny-bey-Nassif (contemporary). ‹ PreviousNight and MorningNext ›Because the Good Are Never Fair123456789101112131415161718192021222324252627282930313233343536373839404142434445464748495051525354555657585960616263646566676869707172737475767778798081828384858687888990919293949596979899100101102103104105106107108109110111112← Back to The Garden of Bright Waters