Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, OMAR, THE TENTMAKER, by OLIVER MURRAY EDWARDS


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OMAR, THE TENTMAKER, by                    
First Line: Tis omar, the tentmaker
Last Line: Thy tent while guest with me.
Subject(s): Tents


'Tis Omar, the tentmaker,
Who sits within the door
'Midst oriental splendor,
Rugs line the couch, the floor.
His clients number Princes,
A King, an Emperor.
In all the world none other—
There is but one Omar.

'Tis a name to conjure with,
Where Kings must favors ask;
Proud heads bow at Omar's door
Who seek a tentman's task.
Omar, thou art a master,
Thy tents breathe poetry,
Subtle whispers to the soul
Of untold mystery.

Temples, mosques, and minarets
Weave a strange fantasy,
Incense doth my senses sway,
The mystic shrine I see,
Mecca's burning sands—Omar,
This prayer I breathe for thee,
Allah and Mohammed guard
Thy tent while guest with me.





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