Young palmer sun, that to the shining sands Pourest thy pilgrim's tale, discoursing still Thy silver passages of sacred lands, With news of Sepulchre and Dolorous Hill, Canst thou be he that, Yester-Sunset warm, Purple with Paynim rage and wrack-desire, Dashed ravening out of a dusty lair of storm, Harried the west, and set the world on fire? Hast thou perchance repented, Saracen Sun? Wilt warm the world with peace and dove-desire? Or wilt thou, ere this very day be done, Blaze Saladin still, with unforgiving fire? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ERASMUS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE WOUNDED CUPID. SONG by ANACREON THE LITTLE BLACK-EYED REBEL by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON THE SCRUTINY; SONG by RICHARD LOVELACE AMORETTI: 68 by EDMUND SPENSER BIVOUAC ON A MOUNTAIN SIDE by WALT WHITMAN THE HYMNARY: 403. MARTYRS by ADAM OF SAINT VICTOR |