Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ARABIAN HORSE, by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON First Line: You ask, 'whence came the arab horse Last Line: To the sultan's royal stall. Subject(s): Animals; Arabia; Horses; Islam; Muslims; Moslems | ||||||||
You ask, "Whence came the Arab horse, That pride of every land, Which Davenport has sought anew, From the Sultan's royal band?" Then list, a tale of old Tabah, Which they tell the children there, As around the mosque they linger For the Moslem's call to prayer. A legend wild of Islam's land Of desert heat and death, It comes with scent of mint and myrrh, And warm Sirocco's breath. Mohammed and a hundred sheiks By Bedouin bandits pressed, Were mounted on the noblest steeds That maidens e'er caressed. From early morn, till morn again Came shimmering o'er the sand, Not e'en a drop of dew refreshed The swiftly flying band. On, on the second day they sped Beneath the brassy sky, Their spreading nostrils seared with dust, With swollen, bloodshot eye. And reeled they now beneath their load, And slower grew their pace, And low the lordly heads were hung, And low the necks of grace. But see! They halt and sniff the air From a wady down below; "Dismount!" the swarthy chieftain cries, "And let the horses go!" And fired to frenzy by their thirst, And the rippling song of hope, They dash away with snort and neigh Adown the rocky slope. But ere the tethers scarce were loosed, There came the sickening cry "Come back! The foe appears again; Mount! Mount again and fly!" But they flung defiance on their heels, Nor heeded curse nor call Save six alone, who sadly turned And climbed the glistering wall. And each obeyed his master's voice, But strove to speak his pain With stifled neigh and nodding head And salt-incrusted mane. "Mark each one well and let him go!" The admiring prophet cries; "Such loyalty must be repaid, E'en though Mohammed dies." They slaked their thirst; they lived and thrived, And bore Abdallah's name, And from this breed of grace and speed Our modern trotters came. But English pride and Yankee fire Refined the Arab gold, And breathed the winds and lightnings In these forms of classic mold. So Alcazar and Cresceus Mambrinos, Pachensall Run through the famous Rysdyk line To the Sultan's royal stall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAROZIE by ANDRE-FERDINAND HEROLD BATTLE HYMN OF THE SPANISH REBELLION by LOUIS ALEXANDER MACKAY THE WAR IN EUROPE: 1915; ABDALLAH OF CAIRO SPEAKS by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR THE LEPER KNIGHT; A LEGEND OF MALTA by CARROLL RYAN TO A YOUNG GIRL SINGING by HENRY VAN DYKE A MOHAMMEDAN LESSON by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS A HUSTLE FOR THE FAIR by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON A HYMN FOR THE NEW AGE by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON A MAN OF FORTY by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON A NEW SONG OF THE MILL by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON A POET'S APPEAL FOR THE NATURAL: 1 by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON A POET'S APPEAL FOR THE NATURAL: 2. THE TREES by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON |
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