IMPASSIONED hours, when Hebrew was the key To sweetest rivalries 'twixt man and man. And poets sat enthroned amidst a clan Of choristers divine. How blithesomely Those skylarks trilled, and flooded earth and sea With music, till the words enchanted fell In mute prostration 'neath the wizard's spell, And master note in Hebrew minstrelsy. At sunrise, or in watches of the night, When half a world is sunk in drowsiness, Sing to me of Castilian skies, O Sprite! Where Lilith veils her luresome loveliness, And I will stretch a tankard for the wine, And froth it full of tears for Spain's decline. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 68 by OMAR KHAYYAM A VISION OF THE VOICE OF YAHVEH by AMOS EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS MOCK EPITAPH ON MR. AND MRS. ESTLIN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PRIDE OF THE VILLAGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FLIRTATION by FREDERICK STANLEY CAMP |