Each night he talked of distant Joppa's lure, Damascus, and the river Parpher's charm, Until the vision goaded him to leave; I too would fain have left my father's farm; But some there be who lightly drop their load, And some whom duty binds with iron bands; I could not leave my father here alone, With age-dimmed eyes and helpless fumbling hands. Now back to port he comes in beggar rags, With memories to gild the long, long nights; Secure and safe I dream of -- flocks and grain -- And share vicariously his garnered sights. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IMMORTAL MIND by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MAUDE CLARE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI CITY ROOFS by CHARLES HANSON TOWNE THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): HYLAS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS THE WORLD'S TRIUMPHS by MATTHEW ARNOLD POLYHYMNIA: SONNET TO LADY FALKLAND UPON HER GOING TO INTO IRELAND by WILLIAM BASSE THE STALLION OF NIGHT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET NIGHT AND MORNING SONGS: 9. A MAD MAID'S SONG by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |