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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE KARAMANIAN EXILE, by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN Poem Explanation Poet's Biography First Line: I see thee ever in my dreams, karaman! Last Line: Karaman! O karaman! | |||
I SEE thee ever in my dreams, Karaman! Thy hundred hills, thy thousand streams, Karaman! O Karaman! As when thy gold-bright morning gleams, As when the deepening sunset seams With lines of light thy hills and streams, Karaman! So thou loomest on my dreams, Karaman! O Karaman! The hot bright plains, the sun, the skies, Karaman! Seem death-black marble to mine eyes, Karaman! O Karaman! I turn from Summer's blooms and dyes; Yet in my dreams thou dost arise In welcome glory to my eyes, Karaman! In thee my life of life yet lies, Karaman! Thou still art holy in mine eyes, Karaman! O Karaman! Ere my fighting years were come, Karaman! Troops were few in Erzerome, Karaman! O Karaman! Their fiercest came from Erzerome, They came from Ukhbar's palace dome, They dragged me forth from thee, my home, Karaman! Thee, my own, my mountain home, Karaman! In life and death, my spirit's home, Karaman! O Karaman! Oh, none of all my sisters ten, Karaman! Loved like me my fellow-men, Karaman! I was mild as milk till then, I was soft as silk till then; Now my breast is as a den, Karaman! Foul with blood and bones of men, Karaman! With blood and bones of slaughtered men, Karaman! O Karaman! My boyhood's feelings newly born, Karaman! Withered like young flowers uptorn, Karaman! O Karaman! And in their stead sprang weed and thorn; What once I loved now moves my scorn; My burning eyes are dried to horn, Karaman! I hate the blessed light of morn, Karaman! It maddens me, the face of morn, Karaman! O Karaman! The Spahi wears a tyrant's chains, Karaman! But bondage worse than this remains, Karaman! O Karaman! His heart is black with million stains: Thereon, as on Kaf's blasted plains, Shall never more fall dews and rains, Karaman! Save poison-dews and bloody rains, Karaman! Hell's poison-dews and bloody rains, Karaman! O Karaman! But life at worst must end ere long, Karaman! Azreel avengeth every wrong, Karaman! O Karaman! Of late my thoughts rove more among Thy fields; o'ershadowing fancies throng My mind, and texts of bodeful song, Karaman! Azreel is terrible and strong, Karaman! His lightning sword smites all ere long, Karaman! O Karaman! There's care to-night in Ukhbar's halls, Karaman! There's hope, too, for his trodden thralls, Karaman! O Karaman! What lights flash red along your walls? Hark! hark! -- the muster-trumpet calls! -- I see the sheen of spears and shawls, Karaman! The foe! the foe! -- they scale the walls, Karaman! To-night Murad or Ukhbar falls, Karaman! O Karaman! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIBERIA by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN TWENTY GOLDEN YEARS AGO by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN DUHALLOW by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN SOUL AND COUNTRY by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN ST. PATRICK'S HYMN BEFORE TARAH by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN THE DAWNING OF THE DAY by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN THE NAMELESS ONE; BALLAD by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN THE ONE MYSTERY by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN THE RUINS OF DONEGAL CASRLE by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN ADVICE by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN |
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