There is no need to fear for Ishmael, Though driven from his father's tents was he, And forced, with Hagar, through the night to flee Across the sands he came to love so well. There is no truth in stories that he fell, For he arose, and, roaming wild and free, There in the desert, where his strength will be, His voice is heard like clarion bell. He is the falcon of those eastern lands, Since driven forth so long ago by them Who hated him, across those desert sands. This falcon stoops to seize the diadem Of David's kingdom in his hardy hands, And darkly broods above Jerusalem. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN MOULDY by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN THE ORACLES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN CEREMONIAL ODE; INTENDED FOR A UNIVERSITY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE THE LOVER AND THE BIRDS by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE FIGHT WITH THE SNAPPING TURTLE; OR, THE AMERICAN ST. GEORGE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |