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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ARABIAN NIGHTS: DATES, by ANONYMOUS First Line: We grow to the sound of the wind Last Line: Shall hear us murmur ever above his sleep Subject(s): Date Trees;death; "dead, The; | |||
WE grow to the sound of the wind Playing his flutes in our hair, Palm tree daughters, Brown flesh Bedouin, Fed with light By our gold father; We are loved of the free-tented, The sons of space, the hall-forgetters, The wide handed, the bright-sworded Masters of horses. Who has rested in the shade of our palms Shall hear us murmur ever above his sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SITTING BULL IN SERBIA by WILLIAM JAY SMITH TO THE EXCELLENT ORINDA by PHILO PHILIPPA EPIGRAM OCCASIONED BY CIBBER'S VERSES IN PRAISE OF NASH: 1 by ALEXANDER POPE THE GIFT OF THE GODS by JOHN GODFREY SAXE TO CHRISTOPHER NORTH by ALFRED TENNYSON BEAU NASH by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER BEAU NASH AND THE ROMAN, OR THE TWO ERAS by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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