DAWN o'er the mountain is shaking The day in a petalled shower; Hark, the Granada is waking Under Alhambra's tower! Up and away, O comrades mine,— The @3muëzzin@1 calls the hour! Why should we linger while roses And tangerines blossom and fade, Yet never her gate uncloses? Too long are my hopes betrayed,— Up and away, O comrades mine, My heart's last plea is made! She only of all in Granada Is careless that we part; See, round each grey @3posada@1 Friend clasps friend to his heart; Up and away, O comrades mine, Our caravan must start. Home where the roses of Tunis, The lilies of Yemen, are fair; O'er the sea where the silver moon is Blanched on our white walls there,— Up and away, O comrades mine, To the golden domes of prayer. To Oran by the coast,—to the cities That jewel the desert sands, Where night shall be filled with pities— Dawn hold peace in its hands,— Up and away, O comrades mine, Let us home to our boyhood's lands. Steed of my soul,—art thou neighing At scent of the sea?—All in vain, Comrades, I keep you delaying,— Part we here,—say farewell once again,— Up and away, O comrades mine,— Let me turn back to her, and remain! Seek ye the haunts that we cherished, Where day hath the burnish of gold, But forget not, alas, how I perished, And at times let my story be told,— Up and away, O comrades mine, Where the desert tents unfold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHANT OF THE VULTURES by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: LOVERIDGE CHASE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CLARK STREET BRIDGE by CARL SANDBURG THE POWER OF ART by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE ICE-CREAM SANDWICH by KAREN SWENSON IN THE CARPENTER'S SHOP by SARA TEASDALE |