WHERE the bright sun illumines the Eastern skies And wild Arabia's Rocky regions rise There simple Nature holds her ancient Reign Rules the Wild Hoard and decks the uncultur'd plain. No science there, no polished Arts there bred To bless the living or to Grace the Dead -- No Rich festoons adorn the Regal Room No sculptur'd Marble decks the Shepherd tomb But when the Arab's Wandering life is done To the first field the unhonoured Corpse is borne Beneath the Clod the Kindred Clod remains The Parent Earth receives its Child again. Not undistinguished here the Arab lies What tho no sculptur'd monument arise Yet Pious Customs bid the Kindred Race With heaps of stone denote the hallowed place. Here as the travellers pass as [?] Each stops and sighs and casts the Pious Stones. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ST. FRANCIS EINSTEIN OF THE DAFFODILS (FIRST VERSION) by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE DEATH OF GRANT by AMBROSE BIERCE A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT HERRICK CORONATION by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON MY SISTER'S SLEEP by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE WASTE PLACES by JAMES STEPHENS S. MATTHIAS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |