THE slender leaves of the acacia trees Hung parched and quivering in the desert breeze. Straight westward, as a starving rook might fly, One pyramid's dark apex cut the sky; While sharp against the sapphire east were set Resplendent dome and soaring minaret. Beside the way, upon his prayer-mat prone, A turbaned suppliant made his plaint alone. The hot sun smote upon his humbled head; "@3Allah, have pity!@1" -- this was all he said. His faltering tongue forgot the accustomed art, And laid his unvoiced grief on Allah's heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPIRIT OF SHAKESPEARE: 2 by GEORGE MEREDITH THE CONVENT THRESHOLD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A LOVE SONNET by GEORGE WITHER THE LAY OF ST. ALOYS; A LEGEND OF BLOIS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |