"I thought before your tale began," The Student murmured, "we should have Some legend written by Judah Rav In his Gemara of Babylon; Or something from the Gulistan,-- The tale of the Cazy of Hamadan, Or of that King of Khorasan Who saw in dreams the eyes of one That had a hundred years been dead Still moving restless in his head, Undimmed, and gleaming with the lust Of power, though all the rest was dust. "But lo! your glittering caravan On the road that leadeth to Ispahan Hath led us farther to the East Into the regions of Cathay. Spite of your Kalif and his gold, Pleasant has been the tale you told, And full of color; that at least No one will question or gainsay. And yet on such a dismal day We need a merrier tale to clear The dark and heavy atmosphere. So listen, Lordlings, while I tell, Without a preface, what befell A simple cobbler, in the year -- No matter; it was long ago; And that is all we need to know." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IL PLEUT DOUCEMENT SUR LA VILLE by PAUL VERLAINE THE NATURAL FIRE by CLIFFORD ALLEN THE BATTLE OF VIENNA by SEYMOUR GREEN WHEELER BENJAMIN MOTHER -- 1927 MODEL by BERTON BRALEY A PASSAGE IN THE LIFE OF ST. AUGUSTINE by NICHOLAS BRETON SORDELLO: BOOK 1 by ROBERT BROWNING ON LORD GALLOWAY by ROBERT BURNS ON STIRLING; SEEING THE ROYAL PALACE IN RUIN by ROBERT BURNS SONG TO AELLA LORD OF THE CASTLE OF BRISTOL IN DAYS OF YORE by THOMAS CHATTERTON |