YON clouds that roam the deserts of the air, On wind-swift barbs, o'er many an azure plain, Scarce pause to lift to Allah one small prayer, Ere Ishmael's spirit drives them forth again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JULY IN GEORGY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON OF ANY OLD MAN by ISAAC ROSENBERG SPRING'S NEBRASKA by KAREN SWENSON |