There sandy seems the golden sky And golden seems the sandy plain. No habitation meets the eye Unless in the horizon rim, Some halfway up the limestone wall, That spot of black is not a stain Or shadow, but a cavern hole, Where someone used to climb and crawl To rest from his besetting fears. I see the callus on his soul The disappearing last of him And of his race starvation slim, Oh years ago - ten thousand years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE BROWN BABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE WORLD by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER SUMMER DAWN by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) SUMMER (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE COW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A CALL TO ARMS by MARY RAYMOND SHIPMAN ANDREWS IN THE HOUSE OF IDIEDAILY by BLISS CARMAN THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE MAN OF LAW'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |