James
Elroy
Flecker .
THE MASTER OF
THE CARAVAN
Open
the
gate,
O
watchman
of
the night !
THE
WATCHMAN
Ho, travellers, I
open.
For what land
Leave
you
the
dim
-
moon
city
of
delight
?
THE
MERCHANTS
(
with
a
shout
)
We make
the
golden
journey
to
Samarkand
.
[
The
Caravan
passes
through
the
gate
.]
THE
WATCHMAN
(
consoling
the
women
)
What would
ye
,
ladies
?
It
was
ever
thus
.
Men
are unwise
and
curiously
planned
.
A
WOMAN
They
have their dreams
,
and
do
not think
of
us
.
VOICES
OF
THE
CARAVAN
(
in
the
distance
,
singing
)
We make
the
golden
journey
to
Samarkand
.