THOU to me art such a spring As the Arab seeks at eve, Thirsty from the shining sands; There to bathe his face and hands, While the sun is taking leave, And dewy sleep is a delicious thing. Thou to me art such a dream As he dreams upon the grass, While the bubbling coolness near Makes sweet music in his ear; And the stars that slowly pass In solitary grandeur o'er him gleam. Thou to me art such a dawn As the dawn whose ruddy kiss Wakes him to his darling steed; And again the desert speed, And again the desert bliss, Lightens thro' his veins, and he is gone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MOTHER TO HER SICK CHILD by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES MY MOTHER'S BIBLE by GEORGE POPE MORRIS THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD by THEODORE O'HARA ON A BEAUTIFUL DAY by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) ON THE MOOR by ROBERT ADAMSON (1832-) |