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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LATAKIA, by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH Poem Explanation Poet's Biography
First Line: When all the panes are hung with frost
Last Line: T would be a true arabian night!
Subject(s): Smoking; Tobacco; Pipes; Cigars; Cigarettes
First Line: When all the panes are hung with frost
Last Line: T would be a true arabian night!
Subject(s): Smoking; Tobacco; Pipes; Cigars; Cigarettes
I.
WHEN all the panes are hung with frost,
Wild wizard-work of silver lace,
I draw my sofa on the rug
Before the ancient chimney-place.
Upon the painted tiles are mosques
And minarets, and here and there
A blind muezzin lifts his hands
And calls the faithful unto prayer.
Folded in idle, twilight dreams,
I hear the hemlock chirp and sing
As if within its ruddy core
It held the happy heart of Spring.
Ferdousi never sang like that,
Nor Saadi grave, nor Hafiz gay:
I lounge, and blow white rings of smoke,
And watch them rise and float away.
II.
The curling wreaths like turbans seem
Of silent slaves that come and go --
Or Viziers, packed with craft and crime,
Whom I behead from time to time,
With pipe-stem, at a single blow.
And now and then a lingering cloud
Takes gracious form at my desire,
And at my side my lady stands,
Unwinds her veil with snowy hands --
A shadowy shape, a breath of fire!
O Love, if you were only here
Beside me in this mellow light,
Though all the bitter winds should blow,
And all the ways be choked with snow,
'T would be a true Arabian night!
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