"ONWARD, my Camel! -- On, though slow; Halt not upon these fatal sands! Onward my constant Camel go -- The fierce Simoom hath ceased to blow, We soon shall tread green Syria's lands! "Droop not my faithful Came! Now The hospitable well is near! Though sick at heart, and worn in brow, I grieve the most to think that thou And I may part, kind comrade, here! "O'er the dull waste a swelling mound -- A verdant paradise -- I see; The princely date-palms there abound, And springs that make it sacred ground To pilgrims like to thee and me!" The patient Camel's filmy eye, All lustreless, is fixed in death! Beneath the sun of Araby The desert wanderer ceased to sigh, Exhausted on its burning path. Then rose upon the Wilderness The solitary Driver's cry: Thoughts of his home upon him press, As, in his utter loneliness, He sees his burden-bearer die. Hope gives no echo to his call -- Ne'er from his comrade will he sever! The red sky is his funeral pall; A prayer -- a moan -- 'tis over, all -- Camel and lord now rest for ever! A three hour's journey from the spring Loved of the panting Caravan -- Within a little sandy ring -- The Camel's bones lie whitening, With thine, old, unlamented man! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A CAT by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ON VENUS ARISING FROM THE SEA by ANTIPATER OF SIDON GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 6 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 101. AGE: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT CRIPPLED SOLDIER by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |