Brooding he dreams his age-long dream:
He sees not London's pouring stream
Around him, with these eyes that seem
As if for aye his memory dwells
'Mid lone, sand-smothered citadels,
Where in long waves the desert swells
O'er fallen arch and colonnade,
Stairway and tomb and balustrade
By hands of mighty builders made, —
'Mid fights long fought, and banquets fled,
Where softly falls the lion's tread
O'er ashes of the ancient dead.
Notes
From WINGS OF THE MORNING, edited by Cicely Fox Smith, published by Elkin Mathews, London, UK, © 1904, p. 98.
This poem might have been inspired by a Middle Eastern exhibit the poet viewed at the British Museum in London.
Charley Noble
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