O BAIDAR GATE! lone Baidar Gate! What glories by thy portals wait! -- Beyond the pines, wide-boughed and old, Cliffs such as climb in Alpine hold; Above, the blue Crimean sky Where, in still noons, the eagles fly, And poise as if 't were bliss to be Becalmed upon that azure sea! Below, the Euxine with its sails Fanned by the cool Caucasian gales; And, all between, the glen, the glade, Where Tartar girls their tresses braid, And slopes where silver streamlets run, And grapes hang, purple, in the sun. And when, within the wood-fire's glow, Fond friends tell tales of long ago, And each recalls some lovely scene By mountain pass or meadow green, If they shall turn and ask of me, The rarest glimpse of earth and sea, I'll say, with memory's joy elate, "'T is Baidar Gate! 't is Baidar Gate!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CALIPH'S DRAUGHT by EDWIN ARNOLD LILIES: 1. THE GREAT WAVE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) MALIGNED MORTALITY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET AN ANCIENT PATH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: CONDEMNED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |