THE Palms stood motionless as Pyramids Against the golden halo of the sky; Interminable crops of wheat and rye Mantled the plain with downy coverlids Of silken green, where little freckled kids Frolicked beneath the staid maternal eye; And babe-led buffaloes plashed trampling by, Sprinkling cool water on their dusty lids. Spake the grave Arab, as his flashing glance Swept the large, luminous verdure's dewy sheen, Sedately, with a bronze-like countenance: "Nehârak Saîd! Lo, this happy day, My country decks herself in sumptuous green, And smiling welcome, Lady, bids you stay." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MASK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING AN ANATOMY OF THE WORLD: THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY by JOHN DONNE |