'Dark-browed Sailor, tell me now, Where, where is Araby? The tide's aflow, the wind ablow, 'Tis I who pine for Araby.' 'Master, she her spices showers O'er nine and ninety leagues of sea; The laden air breathes faint and rare -- Dreams on far-distant Araby.' 'Oh, but Sailor, tell me true; 'Twas Man who mapped this Araby; Though dangers brew, let me and you Embark this night for Araby. . . .' Wails the wind from star to star; Rock the loud waves their dirge: and, see! Through foam and wrack, a boat drifts back: Ah, heart-beguiling Araby! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BALCONY by PAUL VERLAINE HER MERRIMENT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES DAWN ON THE HILLS (FROM A HOTEL WINDOW) by LILLIAN ATCHERSON THE VIGIL OF JOSEPH by ELSA BARKER PENT by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON NAMES OF ROMANCE by BERTON BRALEY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. AFTER FIFTY YEARS by EDWARD CARPENTER |