There are beggars in Iran and Araby, Said was hungrier than all; Men said he was a fly That came to every festival, Also he came to the mosque In trail of camel and caravan, Out from Mecca to Isphaban; -- Northward he went to the snowy hills, -- At court he sat in the grave divan. His music was the south wind's sigh, His lamp the maiden's downcast eye, And ever the spell of beauty came And turned the drowsy world to flame. By lake and stream and gleaming hall, And modest copse, and the forest tall, Where'er he went the magic guide Kept its place by the poet's side. Tell me the world is a talisman, To read it must be the art of man; Said melted the days in cups like pearl, Served high and low, the lord and the churl; Loved harebells nodding on a rock, A cabin hung with curling smoke, And huts and tents, nor loved he less Stately lords in palaces, Fenced by form and ceremony. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORY OF THE END OF THE STORY by JAMES GALVIN DESPAIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE EPISTLE TO AUGUSTA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE SPIRES OF OXFORD by WINIFRED MARY LETTS THE ARAB TO HIS FAVORITE STEED by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON |