Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MOSQUE, by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: A simple unpartitioned room Last Line: Rest, as if rapt in glory there! Alternate Author Name(s): Houghton, 1st Baron; Houghton, Lord Subject(s): Temples; Mosques | ||||||||
A SIMPLE unpartitioned room, -- Surmounted by an ample dome, Or, in some lands that favoured lie, With centre open to the sky, But roofed with arched cloisters round, That mark the consecrated bound, And shade the niche to Mekkeh turned, By which two massive lights are burned; With pulpit whence the sacred word Expounded on great days is heard; With fountain fresh, where, ere they pray, Men wash the soil of earth away; With shining minaret, thin and high, From whose fine-trelliced balcony Announcement of the hours of prayer Is uttered to the silent air; Such is the Mosque -- the holy place, Where faithful men of every race, Meet at their ease, and face to face. Not that the power of God is here More manifest, or more to fear; Not that the glory of his face Is circumscribed by any space; But that, as men are wont to meet In court or chamber, mart or street, For purposes of gain or pleasure, For friendliness or social leisure, -- So, for the greatest of all ends To which intelligence extends, The worship of the Lord, whose will Created and sustains us still, And honour of the Prophet's name, By whom the saving message came, Believers meet together here, And hold these precincts very dear. The floor is spread with matting neat, Unstained by touch of shodden feet -- A decent and delightful seat! Where, after due devotions paid, And legal ordinance obeyed, Men may in happy parlance join, And gay with serious thought combine; May ask the news from lands away, May fix the business of to-day; Or, with "God-willing," at the close, To-morrow's hopes and deeds dispose. Children are running in and out With silver-sounding laugh and shout, No more disturbed in their sweet play, No more disturbing those that pray, Than the poor birds, that fluttering fly Among the rafters there on high, Or seek at times, with grateful hop, The corn fresh-sprinkled on the top. So lest the stranger's scornful eye Should hurt this sacred family, -- Lest inconsiderate words should wound Devout adorers with their sound, -- Lest careless feet should stain the floor With dirt and dust from out the door, -- 'Tis well that custom should protect The place with prudence circumspect, And let no unbeliever pass The threshold of the faithful mass; That as each Muslim his Hareem Guards even from a jealous dream, So should no alien feeling scathe This common home of public faith, So should its very name dispel The presence of the infidel. Yet, though such reverence may demand A building raised by human hand, Most honour to the men of prayer, Whose mosque is in them everywhere! Who, amid revel's wildest din, In war's severest discipline, On rolling deck, in thronged bazaar, In stranger lands, however far, However different in their reach Of thought, in manners, dress, or speech, -- Will quietly their carpet spread, To Mekkeh turn the humble head, And, as if blind to all around, And deaf to each distracting sound, In ritual language God adore, In spirit to his presence soar, And, in the pauses of the prayer, Rest, as if rapt in glory there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BAYADERE by FRANCIS SALTUS SALTUS AT DENDERA by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR RAMESES WORSHIPS RAMESES AT ABU SIMBEL by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR GLIMPSES OF ITALY: 5. LIKE PAESTUM'S TEMPLE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON MAYAN TEMPLE by ADA CLARKE CARMICHIEL THE EARTHLY HOUSE by PHOEBE CARY THE DESERTED SHRINE by GLADYS CROMWELL THE ARK OF THE COVENANT by NINA DAVIS THE MENORAH by MIRIAM DEL BANCO COLUMBUS AND THE MAYFLOWER by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES |
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