BENEATH the gilt capricorn Said the Noctambulo Turning his folio To the papillio By the night born: "I nod my head And the great Avatar With his scented guitar And his scimitar, Pretends to be dead; And my snore forlorn Is a horn That will blow Down the gilt capricorn And the walled Jericho." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOODLY SONG by PAUL VERLAINE BIRTHDAY OF DANIEL WEBSTER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 35 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TO A CHILD DURING SICKNESS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 95, 96. AL-AZALI, AL-BAKI by EDWIN ARNOLD |