There sandy seems the golden sky And golden seems the sandy plain. No habitation meets the eye Unless in the horizon rim, Some halfway up the limestone wall, That spot of black is not a stain Or shadow, but a cavern hole, Where someone used to climb and crawl To rest from his besetting fears. I see the callus on his soul The disappearing last of him And of his race starvation slim, Oh years ago - ten thousand years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE MEMORY OF INEZ MILHOLLAND by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE SHADOW DANCE by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 109 by PETRARCH SCUM O' THE EARTH' by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 84 by PHILIP SIDNEY BEFORE PARTING by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THOUGHT OF A BRITON ON THE SUBJUGATION OF SWITZERLAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |