AND still the Tartar loves the shores The Euxine washes, and deplores The glories of his race, gone by! And often when the east-winds sigh, -- The winds that warm from Asia blow, -- He dreams 't is the murmur of hosts that go Forth with Genghis and Timour strong; And his dark eyes flash, and he hears the song Of the victors sung where the tent lines glisten, While, couched on carpets Bokhara wove For the chiefs that over their pastures rove, The Khan and his jewelled ladies listen. But the wind goes by, and a roll of drums From the fort of the conquering Russian comes; And their ships sail over the Euxine's foam, And their bells ring clear from tower and dome: "It was written in Fate's decree," he cries; "Allah requite us in Paradise!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SWAN SONG OF PARSON AVERY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A DESCRIPTION OF SUCH A ONE AS HE WOULD LOVE by THOMAS WYATT THE BARD'S ANNUAL DEFIANCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS LATAKIA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH JIM DALLEY by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE PRINCE OF PEACE by EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH |