In this distant land of dust-covered olives And white roads, long and hot, Where arches rise against a sun-purged sky, And where gray columns sing an endless song, Here in this land you come to me. In this vast open court Where ruined walls rise high and dim, Where moonlight falls through great blank windows Upon this arena of the past, Here in the night you come to me. In this strange land of life and death, This sepulcher of ages past, Where great ones lie so meek and low In half-forgotten tombs of stone, Here your spirit dwells with me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE MORNING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE TROUBADOUR by HORTENSE DE BEAUHARNAIS THE STATESMEN by AMBROSE BIERCE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 1 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: FIRST ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |