BENEATH this arch, I, Tabnit, lie at rest; I, Tabnit, Priest of Ashtoreth, and King Of Sidon where the tideless waters swing. O man, with hands and footsteps all unblest, Who comest, an unseasonable guest, Depart in haste, nor o'er my ashes fling Thy furtive shadow. Go, nor dream I bring Silver and gold for thy unhallowed quest. Else, -- if this screed thou connest, and dost yet Presume upon my slumber, -- be there shed The curse of Ashtoreth on thy moonstruck head; Thee may the living in thy life forget, No seed in fields of childhood mayest thou set, Nor couch at last among the peaceful dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAIRY TALE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE TEN COMMANDMENTS by GEORGE SANTAYANA TAM O' SHANTER by ROBERT BURNS A BALLADE OF SUICIDE by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON TO HIS WATCH, WHEN HE COULD NOT SLEEP by EDWARD HERBERT |