THE Palms stood motionless as Pyramids Against the golden halo of the sky; Interminable crops of wheat and rye Mantled the plain with downy coverlids Of silken green, where little freckled kids Frolicked beneath the staid maternal eye; And babe-led buffaloes plashed trampling by, Sprinkling cool water on their dusty lids. Spake the grave Arab, as his flashing glance Swept the large, luminous verdure's dewy sheen, Sedately, with a bronze-like countenance: "Nehârak Saîd! Lo, this happy day, My country decks herself in sumptuous green, And smiling welcome, Lady, bids you stay." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARADISE LOST: BOOK 1 by JOHN MILTON MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 7 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE MAIMED DEBAUCHEE by JOHN WILMOT THE BABES IN THE WOOD; OR, THE NORFOLK TRAGEDY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM A CITY PIPER by MORRIS ABEL BEER SINCERITIES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE EAVES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |