In dreams I see the Dromedary still,
As once in a gay park I saw him stand:
A thousand eyes in vulgar wonder scanned
His humps and hairy neck, and gazed their fill
At his lank shanks and mocked with laughter shrill.
He never moved: and if his Eastern land
Flashed on his eye with stretches of hot sand,
It wrung no mute appeal from his proud will.
He blinked upon the rabble lazily;
And still some trace of majesty forlorn
And a course grace remained: his head was high,
Though his gaunt flanks with a great mange were worn:
There was not any yearning in his eye,
But on his lips and nostril infinite scorn.
Notes
The sight of a Dromedary as the centre of a gaping crowd,
And far from his native home, moves the poet to pity and compassion.
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From guest david elliott (contact)
i do not think that this is the conplete poem. I semm to remember some lines , "He blinked upon the rabble lazily, and if his eastern land came to him with flashes of hot sand, it rang no mute appeal from his proud will" , or something like that. -
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Guest David Elliott
I do not have this poem in my own set of books and all the internet references are the same as ours.
I can only assume that either memory is playing one of its evil tricks or you have heard a parody.
However if you or any of our readers can pass on a verifiable reference to the additional lines you recall then the situation would be checked again.
Jim
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